I never really know how to write in the first place, but some how you have rewired strings of my troublesome heart and fined a tune. A tune that can only be heard the loudest when it about you, it beats and rhymes with melodies. You are the technician, the time keeper and also the audience of this one man only station. You clocked and unlocked my emotions and they sing, they sing your favourite tunes and long for your claps and you never disappoint. But when ever you not here to listen to them is when they don't have a pin point to locate their purpose, a stranded, confused words, they mean nothing!! Beings lost without their creators, thoughts they never realised their reality, fake in the presence of nothingness holding on to the past times you were really here to listen to them again.