A couple of days ago, my good friend, Mike shared a YouTube video of mine into our Viber group chat.

I suppose he was just browsing some videos and it popped up on his feed.

Mike is also a very talented artist with an awesome voice. We used to sing together as well. We often break out into song to the annoyance of everyone around us.

Then yesterday, my other good friend, Maita messaged me and told me that she heard another song I covered not too long ago.

Maita is also a music enthusiast.
She has a good ear for music and even learned guitar at one point and was actually very good.

She told me she heard this one and remembered me.
At a grocery store of all places.

As a musician, I feel honoured when my friends listen to my renditions or if they tell me hearing some songs reminded them of me.

It actually made me pick up my guitar and started playing again.

But, as usual. It sounded horrible, ghastly and empty. I suppose that’s what you get from a guy who has fallen out of love with music.

So, I stopped.

Don’t get me wrong. I still love listening to music or watch other musicians play. It’s my music playing that has gotten horrible in the last couple of years and quite frankly, I feel like it got tired of me too.

More like, “abandoned” is how it truly feels.

Playing music is like a prayer to me. The notes I hit come from within.
All I ask is that for it to be heard.
Lately it just ignored me.
It has turned a deaf ear to my cries.

Much like my prayers, I guess.

Oh well. Maybe someday. I’ll pick up my instruments and play again.

Maybe.

Someday.