Your email asks plenty questions
Of the registers of the voice
Of the chest resonator
Of the arch of the palette
Of course I do remember
Walking towards Rena
On the grass
Outside of our studio
Yes our studio, ours for the week
At the tip-top of my kingdom
Though for you, for many of you
It was a different country entirely
And for me a different life
Well outside my comfort zone
Among actors and theatre directors
Shouting out for the whole world to hear
