Songs Ms. Owen Taught Me (A Sunday Musicale)

Sunday, June 28, 2026, June 28, 2026 – Orlando, Florida

In loving memory of Ms. Elizabeth Joan Owen (September 8, 1929 – December 28, 2025)

If music be the food of love, play on;

Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,

The appetite may sicken, and so die.

That strain again! it had a dying fall:

O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet south,

That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:

‘Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,

That, notwithstanding thy capacity  10

Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,

Of what validity and pitch soe’er,

But falls into abatement and low price,

Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy

That it alone is high fantastical. – William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.” ― William Arthur Ward

Ms. Owen inspired.

Songs Ms. Owen Taught Me