Where the singer thinks she dare not go: go there she must. There is a world offered to us by music that is other than our everyday existence. An alternate universe, perhaps this life enlightened, draws the singer in to its depths. This place, this space of invincibility, of infinite expansion, where hearts beat and yet time stands still, is none other than Love itself. When the singer enters in, nothing is wrong and everything is peace. The door is not closed to her when the voice is not healthy, though it is made very difficult to find. The way is laid out before her and the key is in her hand when she finds her voice, healthy and whole. And so, therein, with her newly found voice as guide, she discovers her purpose, her reason for being, her larger self, and her true inspiration.
This post is dedicated to Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, and Rossini, to my colleague pianist Dan Deutsch, and my voice teacher Jean-Ronald LaFond, without whom I would not have been gifted this experience and realization today.