You know, your speaking voice comes back, but your singing voice you use in a different way.
Tonight I feel like all of creation is asking us to dance.
Standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst.
A gourmet meal without a glass of wine just seems tragic to me somehow.
So all of these things are going on that make you wake up and realize you are a mortal person. You can choose to cruise through your life, but if you do, you're going to open your eyes at some point, and it's gone.
And in fact, I think the more we start to worship perfection the more soul leaks out of art.