Music is nothing else but wild sounds civilized into time and tune.

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

It was my 16th birthday - my mom and dad gave me my Goya classical guitar that day. I sat down, wrote this song, and I just knew that that was the only thing I could ever really do - write songs and sing them to people.

But when you get music and words together, that can be a very powerful thing.