Her breath and long enclosing strands of hair created a private shawl around the microphone only slightly extended and broken by her voice. She opened her mouth, but it wasn't really a voice; her words were more than lyrics, her words were music in itself creating multiple songs. For without her, the "main" song would have been meaningless. Her eyes hazily, but assuredly stared into her own domain of distance as she sang to her own audience, having departed the stage as soon as the first audible hit the first ear of those around her and was processed as sound. Instead, gone far away, levitating high, somewhere between the unknown distance of her stare and the greater heavens, her soul rose and sank and echoed between every dimension, ultimately arriving into the infinity of the memory that would become - ever having heard her in song.