There is soulful melancholy in the sounds of Fado, an ancient music form unique to Portugal. A young woman sang with passion, with total abandon, and had the group mesmerized with her songs.
She sang about mourning and irrevocable loss. I didn’t understand a word she said, but it really did not matter. The pain and yearning in her voice and face said it all, and it touched us all deeply. I think that’s the true beauty of music — it touches us in inexplicable ways, even when the words are foreign to us.