It was her voice that made the sky acutest at its vanishing...
She measured to the hour its solitude...
She was the single artificer of the world in which.. she sang..
Her voice stays inside mine...
becomes mine...
She is singing a part to me and to other thousand people...
I am anonymous, equal, loved.
People said that In life, finding a voice is speaking and leaving the truth.
Each of you is an original.
Each of you has distinctive voice.
When you find it...
Your story will be told.
You will be heard.
