" From a parched throat in the desert, through the rattling teeth on
a mountain top, from a voice drowning in the blare of horns on a
crowded street � I sing � on the banks. of a tinkling river, inside
the courtyard of an old home, from under the canopy of a grand old
tree. I sing everywhere ...sing with joy, to drive away pain, I
sing when in love, when in the quiet of solitude � I sing � as
fatigue seeps out at the end of a long day. I sing my prayers, I
lament my woes, I celebrate my existence � there�s always a song in
me. It is me � to weave stories from words, to breathe life into
them � to string sounds together, make and sing a song. This is why
I sing. "