If a horse could sing, in a low, monotonous, manly voice, and you stuck that horses hoof in a blender, while beating it over the head with a blunt object, meanwhile having a friend scrape rusted out tin cans along a chalkboard, all while an air raid siren wailed outside, you might begin to approach the so-called "beauty" of my voice.
Sounds like it should be wonderful!!! Wasn't the least interested until now. I'm joining my plea to the clamour to heart your voice.