[ WP ] Portray the power of a voice

There was something so sincere about him. A familiarity that she could not place. The deep bass, each word articulated just so with a soft lilt that called back to a land across the sea where he may have spent his childhood. 
 
 Each word was like a knife, cutting through the mists of confusion and haze of uncertainty. She could not feel, but each syllable lit a fire along her nerves, sending shivers up her shattered spine. 
 
 She wished so dearly that she could see his face, to know who this voice, filled with command and power but tempered by concern, belonged to. 
 
 She wished she could hang on longer, to dwell on each word. To selfishly cling to each one, their warmth like sunshine. Like a vacation she had taken with her husband. Where was he now? It was so cold. Why was she alone and so cold. 
 
 `` I only wish I could see his fa-....'' 
 
 And in the span of a second, a heart stopped, a man lost his love, and a beautiful voice succumbed to sobbing.
