I wish I could hear you.
Can you hear me.
I like to think you can.
I wonder what I sound like.
It's been so long since I've heard my own voice.
Wait.
I remember.
I.....
I had a voice.
How can that be.
I couldn't remember before.
What has changed.
It's you.
It has to be.
Somehow you made me remember.
I miss my voice.
I sang.
I spoke.
I yelled.
I whispered.
I did all of these.
I want to show you.
But I can't.
Show me that you're there.
Breathe for me.
Live for me.
Sing for me.
Can you sing.
Of course you can.
That was a stupid question.
Will you sing for me.
I can't hear you.
But the thought of you singing helps.
Are you singing.
I bet it's wonderful.
Even if other people don't think so.
Even if you don't think so.
It's the beauty of trying.
Of ability.
There.
You're closer now.
More of you is with me now.
The dark is somehow warmer.
It's not so desolate.
I like it better this way
I don't have to reach as far.
Will you reach for me.