Voices of Love

The heart breaks, but the voice mends. A single shot of her singing, tears gradually slide down her face, all the way till the song ends, it is truly captivating. Warwick Avenue is the song that has been playing on and on, over and over again. I love Duffy's honesty, it shines in her voice, no pretence, just a woman singing her soul out. It feels as though you have fallen out of love the very first time and the whole world turns all grey and blue. The rain seems the more painful to watch, even harder to taste its bitter sweet but you somehow love it to death for it feels your pain and sorrow. The loneliness of the unspeakable. Love bleeds when you cared too much. But it is still something that you could only pretend not to want, but fail to resist every single time when it passes you by, like the aroma of the cup of white coffee, right beside your table, while you type away (not writing these days). The voice of Leona Lewis is just pure power and grandness, soulful all together. It gives you great comfort and strength at the same time. Both beautiful, in their own way. Women with the voice for the heart and soul.