I can't recall the shape of her voice -- nor the lift of her first note, nor the angelic timbre that lingers after the lyrics end, like light refusing to leave. I can't remember how she made silence feel safe, how a single phrase could steady the heart, how her singing turned the world gentle, as if it had been forgiven.Now she is lost in silence. And I am left with the hollow.I drown in the quiet, with nothing between me and the ever-devouring void. No chorus, no warmth, no echo. Days fade to ash. Nights close like a fist. Yet still I hear her, crystal clear -- a thread of heaven in my waking ears, burning where she should be, just forever out of reach.
>>108201025Musical accompaniment for reading the OPhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEJruV9SPao