I Feel Like A Little

I Then Realized That I Could Never Be Satisfied Again With The Mere Natural Charm Of My Voice, That I Had To Constantly Paint When Singing, Melting All The Colors, Expressing Reds And Blacks That Had To Be Less Primary But Bursting With Subtly Colored Combinations.

Singing Becomes A Form Of Therapy.

Don't You Think It Astonishing That, At 58, I Am Still Working At Improving My Career?

When It Becomes Clear That No One Else Shares Your Level Of Passion, You Are Where You Belong.

I Feel At Home In An Orchestral Score.