I awaken to your deep baritone singing those same few bars. Sometimes I hear you in the afternoon, but mostly it is in the morning when I am barely opening my eyes. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy your singing. But who are you? And where do you live? I know you must live nearby, because I hear you all the time, but every time I pop my head out the window to catch a stronger sound I am greeted with only silence, or maybe some birds singing or a siren from the nearby fire stations.
Who and where are you, my morning phantom opera singer? And what language are you singing in?