" Lovingly, yet sadly withal, does our evening sky bend over and meet the earth in the distance. It casts a mournful light on the earth it leaves behind ⎯ a light which gives us a taste of the divine grief of the Eternal Separation; and eloquent is the silence which then broods over earth, sky, and waters.

As I gaze on in rapt motionlessness, I fall to wondering. ⎯ If ever this silence should fail to contain itself, if the expression for which this hour has been seeking from the beginning of time should break forth, would a profoundly solemn, poignantly moving music rise from earth to
starland?

With a little steadfast concentration of effort we can, for ourselves, translate the grand harmony of light and colour which permeates the universe into music. We have only to close our eyes and receive with the ear of the mind the vibration of this ever-flowing panorama.

But how often shall I write of these sunsets and sunrises? I feel their renewed freshness every time; yet how am I to attain such renewed freshness in my attempts at expression? "

― Rabindranath Tagore , Glimpses of Bengal