David remembered Ariana's voice so clearly that at times he thought he could hear her next to him.
Ariana's voice could cast a spell on the hardest of hearts. It flowed sweetly in Italian, and seductively in French. It was harsh in German, and staccato in Japanese. Her voice was tight when she was upset, and modulated when giving a speech. Her bell-clear voice could soar to that perfect pitch, her entire soul laid bare in the moment.
I hear your voice on the wind
And I here you call out my name
'Listen my child', you say to me
'I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call and I'll set you free'
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain
It was the voice David would know anywhere. But for years, it had been silent.
(short, and not very good, but here it is. I also know it it a bit of an impossibility for her to know that many languages.)
1 comment:
That's a great memory for David to have, and about Ariana's voice specifically no less. Also a great song choice. I think you might have relied on the lyrics too much. It might have been more poignant if David associated with her voice with the first time he heard her sing - was she performing? Was she singing in her room because she was alone? Or was she singing for him?
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