[The feed starts off silent, besides a little back-ground fuzz. This probably wasn't done on purpose...]
[A trumpet song begins. It's more than uncharacteristic for him... It's morose. Hesitant, confused, and maybe, reaching out for help. It starts softly, and ends softly as well.]
[Silence again, and then a heavy sigh.]
...Feels further away than ever.
What's wrong with me?
Ave Maria - Giulio Caccini