in-patient of a neurological ward undergoing a battery of tests. The boring hum of TV days and anxious, restless nights was intermittently soothed by the sound of a solitary, faltering singing voice. Inhibited by convention, I only felt able to join in silently.
Eventually I traced the voice to the side-room of a man whose ailment had reduced his everyday communication to grunts and flailing gesture.
One evening I remarked on the lovely voice to his visiting relatives. Their eyes filled up with tears.
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