Two days ago, I engaged a professional recording engineer and producer to produce a song, where I wrote lyrics and sang over a bed of sound that touched my soul. I sang later that day and was told I had a passionate voice that stopped an older man in his tracks, and he had to come closer. I played the recording with my co-workers. They were impressed. I have always wanted to sing. Sometimes I have to sing, usually inspired by an acoustically-sound venue. It started when my mother took me to a Sacramento Symphony performance when I was very young. At 62, I am finally coming into my own.