Music and Me

Oftentimes, when I cannot find my own words, I resort to music. This is the main reason why this blog is becoming more and more like a songbook everyday. So anyway, let me just share this song, from which a whole story started to blossom:

First of May

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,

we used to love while others used to play.

Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,

someone else moved in from far away.

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,

and you don't ask the time of day.

But you and I, our love will never die,

but guess who'll cry come first of May.

The apple tree that grew for you and me,

I watched the apples falling one by one.

And as I recall the moment of them all,

the day I kissed your cheek and you were gone.

Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,

and you don't ask the time of day.

But you and I, our love will never die,

but guess who'll cry come first of May.

When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,

do do do do do do do do do ...

Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,

someone else moved in from far away...

I've been too busy with so many things, so the story has not been completely written down yet. And as I wanted this in musical form, I bet it will take an even longer time than usual to write the whole thing. And, well, I discovered, time is a luxury when you have a lot of tasks at hand. But anyway, this story, entitled Old Entrance, will be an ode to friendships formed a long time ago in a little corner of a State University somewhere in the vicinity of Balara, Quezon City. Yup, you know where that is. And for those who know this small nook called the Old Entrance, maybe, when I finally get to write the story down, I hope you will understand if I borrowed pieces of you and stories of your lives to create a story that has been playing in my mind for some time now.