The Caged Songbird [COMING SOON]

This is not your typical mafia story.

[COMING SOON]

Your voice.

It was hypnotic.

Your velvety voice sounded like a godsend, a cure to all the darkness in this house.

The darkness that crushes one's soul.

In this place void of emotion, void of colour, void of warmth.

Void of a voice.

Your voice was soft as it seeped through the gaps of the tall, wooden antique double doors. It was barely audible, yet, with the little that I could hear, I knew with my heart that it was soulful, deep, and raw.

With each note, I could feel your pain.

Your sorrow.

Your resentment.

Your voice was addictive, brushing the point of sinful, with how hypnotising it was.

I always wondered, who laid behind the tall, dark mahogany doors.

Was it an angel, or perhaps my saviour from the world and all its cruelty?

What was your name?

What did you look like?

How much more enchanting would your voice be without it being muffled out by those thick doors?

Oh, how I wish to meet you, my Songbird.