All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it,
(Did you think it was in the white or gray stones?
or the lines of the arches and cornices?)

All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded
by the instruments,

It is not the violins and the cornets, it is not the oboe nor the beating
drums, nor the score of the baritone singer singing his sweet
romanza, nor that of the men’s chorus, nor that of the women’s chorus.

It is nearer and farther than they.

From “A Song for Occupations”  Walt Whitman