'My world', whispered the father to his daughter,'is a secret world of veils and mists.
It is an «otherworld», an invisible realm.
The veil between our visible world
and the world I am telling you about
is gossamer-thin.
To reach this world your imaginative
spirit will travel on water and over
narrow bridges.'
The child listened and she saw it all.
'My world is a world of music and beauty', said the mother.
'Music that is played and sung.
Music that tells fabulous stories.
Music that transports the soul.
Music that nourishes the mind.
Can you hear it ?'
The child heard it and she saw it clearly.
Maggie Wilson
