Not Everything is a Metaphor

Last night I played a little gig at a local club.  Midway through my third song, my voice vanished. Disappeared. Poof. Gone.

It came back, intermittently, just long enough for me to finish out the short set and whisper my thanks into the mic.

After I sat down I said to my companion, “I lost my voice.”

She was sympathetic. “Nobody noticed,” she said.


Not everything is a metaphor. Sometimes, it’s two metaphors.