Let this be the year of our voice raised in song against the silence. Let these terrible secrets be said: I am as you are, one and one, I am your heart’s accomplice. You who do not know me must read this and think: I am no longer in danger, perhaps. The wind blows against my house, a man said, I need not open my shutters to learn that it is cold. O foolish, foolish man who will not learn that there is a song in the coldest of winds.