Voice is like a sweet puppy
waiting in a corner
for us to wake up.
Most of us don't even see her:
We 'know s/he doesn't exist.'
Some of us see him, but
We've 'heard s/he's bad.'
Still others of us see a monster instead:
'Sing?! I'd rather be dead.'
But if we'd just wait...
and enjoy the Wonder
of being chosen by such a Sweet Beast
We'd want to do anything possible
to understand It.
We'd Love It,
Come to know It...
That's when the real Magic begins.
THIS is Life. THIS is Love. THIS is Opera Organically.
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