Moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
I can soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Life would be an error without me.
And I separate the generations.
I express the inexpressible.
The art most nigh to tears and memory.
On which silence is impossible.
I am the shorthand of emotion.
I should strike fire from the heart of man
and a woman I should bring to tears.
Only I can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
The speech of angels.
(In reply to re: Spoiler Ahead !
by Vernon Lewis)
The final line of the riddle is also suggestive of another great quotation, this time by Thomas Carlyle, who said that : "Music is well said to be the speech of the angels."
However, I am not completely certain of how this relates to the problem title.
Edited on March 5, 2007, 10:50 am
Edited on March 5, 2007, 10:52 am