I was still listening to the music. It was a pure, powerful voice, like a gospel choir soloist or an opera virtuoso. Beautiful, yes. But there was something else there. It was hard to explain, but it was like the singer needed to sing this song. Like if they didn’t sing these words right now, they’d be dragged away. All together it created a disquieting comfort, like someone sliding their hand under my skin and resting it over my heart.
