gina holsopple

 In this often graceless Age-of-Cacophony, what often gets lost from plain sight is the solitary voice that sings merely to sing.

That sings without pretense
That sings without a master plan
That sings because of course, what else is there to do for this luminant, soulful and knowing voice do but sing.
To find it's own singularity

Who has long been old enough in soul to have 'seen,' and yet despite that, or because of that, still sings merely to sing

Which is for her to breath, and for us to behold.