A song that almost stole my heart
Sometimes I hear it inside my head, sometimes it stop
What a wonderful masterpiece!

But too early to critic and declare finished
I know it is not done yet
I wish I will hear it on the final set
It will take time I guess
Like a fruit on the tree
Patience at its best

Although I am too old for the genre
However its wonderful lyrics
That caught my idea
And the melody that manage to penetrate my soul
That harmony catch me in the hour of fall
I remember I listen to it long time ago.
And now I’m wondering
I still hear myself humming
The song that is not yet finish
I hope it will be done well
So my heart will open
Let the masterpiece steal my soul.