In Fine Voice

I have the pleasure of dealing with a woman who has the most beautiful voice - so beautiful it is a pleasure just to listen to her voicemail recording. Clearly an English accent but after many years on the other side it is well-situated in the mid-Atlantic range. It is rather sing-song-ish without be affected and is so welcoming and joyous that she does sound like a bird who sings for the sheer joy of making the sound.

This lovely voice belongs to a woman who has experienced the full slice of life with its full helping of sadness and heartbreak and all the other stuff that we travel through on the way to l'age moyen. Upon meeting her one has the pleasure of seeing the voice fit the face, lovely, enthusiastic, animated and fully reciprocal (here I mean genuinely interested in you and everyone at the table).

Perhaps the voice is the window to the spirit as the eyes are the window to the soul. Are the soul and spirit two separate things?