So after she passed away, I spent some time being angry, bitter, resentful, confused at these years that were stolen from me, at the chance I never had to know the soprano in this beautiful woman; to hear her sing in full voice without pain; to perform with her, oh, I would have loved that, just me playing the cello right next to her, just looking up at her beautiful face singing.
Así que tras su fallecimiento me sentí enfadado, amargado y resentido un tiempo, confuso por todos esos años que me habían sido robados, y la imposibilidad de conocer a la soprano detrás de esta bella mujer, de escucharla cantar a todo pulmón sin dolor, de actuar con ella. Me habría encantado. Simplemente tocar el chelo a su lado, mirando esa cara tan bella mientras canta.