I need some melody. I need some lines. Nothing melodramatic but just a escape from humdrum. I am trying to write a song or just a prose maybe. Where do I begin? This block seems heavy actually. This writer’s block. This long silence has been the highs and lows of my sound waves. The dead of night are the beats and the keys striking the drums in my ears. It’s getting tedious. I am trying to break this hiatus. But my heart I break instead.
I am looking for lines and melody anxiously. A sudden surge of thoughts would do. I reckon I have found fragments and pieces of them here before. From the uncomprehendable smiles of my little boy Judah to his heart-wrenching cries only his Creator understands. From a horizon painted by the colliding colors brought by the sun to an army of stars afar in a nightsky. From an obscure moment sitting on the waves and tides of a heavy traffic propelling noise on a busy street (where I started writing this). From the simple summer walks and complexity of unexpected rains. From my future hopes, past and present pains. I’ve been here before. I am looking back, within and ahead. From the tapping of the thirsty pen to the foot. At the count of 1,2,3, then suddenly something just kicks and clicks. My heart still beats and lungs still breathe all along.
Then I ask. Am I my own melody? Am I my own song? Am I my own art? Maybe. But then again to realize I am all in all a masterpiece of God.
Afterall, there still seems art in the noise and this hiatus. So its time to rise and sing again. Strike up the band again.
So I pray, God, music please…
pen, paper and music 
