Is there music in the spirit world?

There is no night in the sense of gross darkness. Long twilights prevail with beautiful pink and purple sunset and opal and emerald dawns. And there is food as ideal and ambrosial as our poor imagination could paint. There is clothing that leaves the form untrammelled, flowing in filmy folds along the contours of those astral beings, whose grace and dignity, whose alertness and repose are enhanced by the caresses of its soft enfoldment. And there are silken couches of rest. There are landscapes, peaceful valleys and rugged mountains, rivers and waterfalls, bays and seas. Birds sing sweet music and the heart listens to the music of the spheres. There are ministries of joy and sacrifice. There is hospitality, so that for the daily meal, ten chairs are set more than the group of resident astrals need―that no stranger who may come in may feel unwelcome.