The poem
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory -- Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
i am doing this poem as a song in all region choir and i like your site but i think you should put the song verison of this poem on your site with the music for example when someone comes into your site it will automatically start playing the song version then have the poem so pretty much keep your site the same becasue it it really kool just add music!! ok well bye