Be it seven or eight years, it’s too long
quality music, silent and missing
sleeping perhaps? Waiting for the right song?
Experiences first before you sing
realness only comes when you disappear.
So inspired from the love that you had
nine tracks, trilogy, and more than one tear
lost and found your muse, underneath the sad
voice like sunshine even though she was cold
falsetto soft, like feathers…please don’t stop
sharing your soul, too splendid to withhold.
The seventh of seven: the album drop
many appreciators have stayed true
the most faithful of them adorned in blue.