I had wept while singing my favorite song - faltered - then furthered singing along. Now, in a quandary, I wonder why I chose to torture my vocals (and listeners) so. Yikes, how the notes rose to my nose! - but it brings me to a point:
suppose with me... is this bewailing of the music a form of music, too?
There exists a beauty in our ugly pain. Perhaps that is why I chose to sing.
Perhaps music permeates everything.