I open my mouth and take a conscious breath in;

I energize my lips; the mouthpiece of my instrument;

Like a leaf catching the stream of river, I float my voice in;

Like the roots of a tree, I’m grounded and think down;

I get out of the way;

The rest IS.

No force.  No push.  No thinking required.

Just trust. And just me.

This is Bel Canto; Italian ”Beautiful Singing.”