Singing by Bobbie Ann Laflin
Very few people know that as a young girl, I wanted to be a pianist. My mother was so poor, that she could only afford second-hand books. Instead of critiquing the book, I listened for the music within literature and poetry.
Honestly, all of life manages to sing. In death, we sing of the dead. In life, we sing of the living who are dying. In essence, we sing ourselves alive. I have always wanted to feel an arrow of emotion quiver through the treble of a single note.