All architecture is what you do to it
when you look upon it,
(Did you think it was in the white or gray stone?
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.
Leaves of Grass