i miss the feeling of singing. the voices blending around you, all eyes upon the conductor, the words flowing naturally out of your mouth, the air of disengagement when really nothing matters, besides the music, the voices and you.
an almost ephemeral, ethereal feeling.
un moment à se rappeler . a moment to remember.
"What's in a name?
That which we call a rose
By any other word
would smell as sweet."
-Romeo and Juliet
mouth, the air of disengagement when really nothing matters, besides the music, the voices and you.