Her voice
is a bolide,
breaking down the air gods breathe.

Once, when time was young,
we were all a single entity.

And I make music,
and I build with my hands;

letter, by letter, nine hundred trillion grains makes the desert.

Never did I believe I deserved anything,
until I climbed from darkness

and saw light.

Al fresco
she sings:

By and by,
by and by.