There's nothing left of you
Only our last kiss at the airport
Still lingers on my lips
Winter, why did you have to go?
It's not winter anymore without you
I miss our snowball, our fireplace
Our safe haven, our special place
There's this ring you gave me
Staring back at me
Reminding me of you
Of my memories of you
I'm still trying to drink in every word. How strange. I usually write my songs on a note or paper while I try it with my guitar or piano.
But here, I've saved the lyrics in my email. Maybe I didn't have any paper to write on back then, and I might have saved it in my email before the idea went away.
Maybe I was inspired by a movie because I definitely don't have any idea what I was talking about in these lyrics.
I don't remember any of it.
I check the date of the email, and my eyes widen as I look at the year written on it.
2014. Seven years ago.
Wow.
???
Later in the day, after Aiden comes back from school, I help him with his music assignment in which he has to guess songs based on the partituras that the teacher gave him.
I gladly play those songs with my piano, and he's delighted to know that he's going to nail this assignment.
After that, while he's finishing his math homework in his room, I decide to compose a new song on the piano based on the lyrics that I just discovered earlier in my email.
Now, I've been working on it for two hours, and I'm amazed that the song just flows effortlessly like water. I can't get the lyrics out of my head, then the melody just comes to me out of the blue.
My heart beats in excitement—it has been a long time since I felt this refreshed. In such a short time, I've composed a new song that I believe is far better than my latest songs.
It feels like a miracle.
I decide to call Oscar—I can't wait to tell him about this.
When he picks up, I say, "Do you remember telling me about another new single that I should prepare too? Guess what? I have it."
Oscar is silent for a while. "What do you mean? Is it one of the songs that you drafted and sent me the recording of? I've checked all of them, but I haven't—"
"No," I interrupt. "It's a new song. And I mean, a brand new song. I can't believe this either, but you'll be surprised. I think that I'm going to kill it with this song."
Oscar is still speechless. "Well then, I can't wait to hear what you have." Curiosity is evident in his voice.
