It's a melody that wrote itself in three minutes, at a wee morning hour sometime in September 2007.
The melody begged for a nylon string, and in time, a friend lent me his before it gets sold to some lucky chap. It was a rare chance to channel my
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There is always a first time, and my first time to steal came.
Seated alone at the end of the hall, she greeted the passers-by, and I shamelessly stole a glance from her eyes.
After coming face to face with that stealth, I am respectfully returning that glance, hoping to capture it in its aural form.
This is the song behind her eyes.
