A lady was singing in the main street in the center of downtown Yangon.
She sang with a clear, beautiful voice that cut through the noise of 4 lanes of traffic. Her voice was crisp and pure and stood out as a thing on its own. She concentrated on a place not in this world and sang in words I had no understanding of.
But her singing rooted me to the spot and brought tears to my eyes. She had a missing lower leg, and a little daughter with her. She looked well fed, strong and healthy. She accompanied her song with just one set off hand-click-bells that she used to punctuate her singing.
I had read about people being able to sing like this, to convey the FEELing of a song, the feeling of tragic beauty of a story in song, but I had never experienced it in reality.
Music in concerts and performances usually bores me silly, I can never get into it. But this lady, I felt all the feelings of what she sang about without understanding a word. I was moved even though I didn't understand a word.
Her singing took me through a beautiful tragic, poignant story. I felt the story instead of understanding it with my mind.
A story of great love and loss. Of battles and courage and.... come on, how can I now try to tell it in words when there were NO words, just feelings. I didn't understand the worYet but still there was a story.... amazing!
She was self-assured, not pleading, not begging just singing her heart out full strength, no shyness, no fear, giving her all. A wonderful experience
An old taxi driver, looked at me, wondering why I as watching the singing lady.
"She is begging"
"I know, I like her singing."I have her picture..
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