“It was his own grief turned magically to song.”
“Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song..”
“Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone, his own burden, his own way.”
“To each his own magic.”
“...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...”
“Every man is the hero of his own song.”