In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.
The Hunger GamesWe sat still, our breathing loud and rhythmic, its music melancholy, a traditional song of sorrow.
The Birds That Never Flewthe music would look Liesel in the face. I know it sounds strange, but that’s how it felt to her.
The Book Thief... where I walked, the frost shaped itself to my will, dancing in the air like music over water.
Beautiful Winter