Singing is for the lovers.
I love to see the sun come smiling to the world; I love to hear the wind go singing through a field; I love to hear a love-bird singing in a tree, and I love to see a lovely face light up with love for me.
The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.
Lovers don't meet somewhere along the way. They're in one another's souls from the beginning.