She rouses the dead – the dead
in me!  He seizes his heart, left
hand then his right.  Gripped
by her voice, its purity, her full
breath, the sorrow of the libretto,
his wish to stay with this, with her – 
he takes a few deep inhales, long
exhales, and then with smooth
and steady Ujjayi breathing
he submits, floats alive in music.