74. "Parsque est meminisse doloris."

I cannot side with our friend Will in this:

That lively form of life is but the dross.
In memory’s cup’s a sweet, and anguished kiss—
Alas, your Love remembered, so your Loss.

Over the last two days, there's been a good deal of conversation

following the death of a well-known singer, with whom I happened to share a birthday.

I'd like to offer this response to Sonnet 74 of W. Shakespeare, to honor the memory of that voice.