Describing the person I am would best be through music. When I'm up on stage and I'm singing my heart out, I am always reminded of life's best things. ↗
Neruda had his first dream,
First meeting with the Moon and the Sun
In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,
Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale. ↗
It wasn't that Nanny Ogg sang badly. It was just that she could hit notes which, when amplified by a tin bath half full of water, ceased to be sound and became some sort of invasive presence. ↗