When my opera Plump Jack was performed in 1989 my first piano teacher sent me something that I'd composed when I was four. I remember I played it and it still sounded like me. I'm the same composer I was then.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination.
Now a soft kiss - Aye by that kiss I vow an endless bliss.
Television contracts the imagination and radio expands it.