sometimes music says it better

haven't tinkered the ivories for a while. i'm reminded of this scene in the "love of siam" movie:



here's what happened half an hour later, when emotions and word mix with epiphany and ivories were tinkered.
mind the lousy chords (i don't know how to arrange) and poor recording quality.

sometimes, music says it better than words.

to the monkey who asked yesterday,
thank you.
but look at what has happened,
or not happened so far.
how not to think
that it doesn't matter to them?