Music Works

Arrangements:

Like_I'm_Gonna_Lose_You
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_edWJPLU9OQzB2M0E/view?usp=sharing

Love_Yourself
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eeDNWSUpsMlVDQ1U/view?usp=sharing

Locked_Away_(Excerpt)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eNzJJNTNLbDdpQTQ/view?usp=sharing

Shake_It_Out/Skyacraper/Stay_With_Me
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eLTVTUDdOdmJjN2s/view?usp=sharingng

Little_Things
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eYmxNWFRnT0w5dTA/view?usp=sharing

Lay_Me_Down
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eUWhaUGREWDFHbUk/view?usp=sharing

Thinking_Out_Loud
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eVGttYzFTOHdEN3M/view?usp=sharing

When_I_was_Your_Man
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eS3hYWTgzdGhYNk0/view?usp=sharing

The_Man_Who_Can't_be_Moved
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eVGttYzFTOHdEN3M/view?usp=sharing

Gimme_Gimme_Gimme/Voulez_Vous
(Sang_by_NTU_CAC_Choir/Singapore)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eSnNGRUNmWllLVnM/view?usp=sharing

Happy_(Excerpt)
(Sang_by_NTU_CAC_Choir/Singapore)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eb3d0RWlwOWIxZ2c/view?usp=sharing

Fly_Me_to_the_Moon
(Sang_by_NTU_CAC_Choir/Singapore)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eYmNZRUJfZnRqRjQ/view?usp=sharing

We_Are_Young/Hey_Soul_Sister
(Sang_by_NTU_CAC_Choir/Singapore)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_ecEJKTDE2cjZyMHc/view?usp=sharing

If_I_Ain't_Got_You
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eWEllU19scS1RN1E/view?usp=sharing

Compositions:
Nightmare_of_a_Daughter
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8w8E4NVMW_eRUh4ZnFWVEhLZkU/view?usp=sharing

When She Speaks

Cause'
you can hear the crickets chirp
and listen to the song of the rattlesnake,
the rush of the majestic waterfall
and the welts decorating your forehead.
You feel the drop of Fahrenheit
and the stillness of the wind.
You taste the sweetness of dawn
and the saltiness on your skin.

The world speaks to you with the ole' familiar tongue,
drawing its passionate energy from our one glorious sun.

From the smell of morning dew on each tiny blade of grass,
to chasing after dandelions dancing beside you fast,
from the trees that sway indulgently to the rhythm of your beat,
to the ground that twirl uninhibited to the music of your feet.

You see,

the flowers, they bloom, for just that sparkle in your eye;
exuding parallel magnificence as the milky way in our dark night sky.
The stars, they glow together, with the warmth oozing from your heart,
bringing soft serenity as the dreams begin to start.

And as our little earth falls quietly in slumber,
the glitter magic burns vibrant,
secretly,
silently,
under.

Fire

The fire cleanses and it destroys like Lucifer slays.
Maybe hell and the devil are one of the same,
residing on
every holy candle lit. It dances at the back
of every mind and laughs as
it consumes you like God.

It is described in many ways -
entrancingly green, glowing red,
furiously blue and dark like
the knight.
It chills as it burns and
suffocates
as it breathes.

Do you hear it cackle?

Calmly,
it envelopes and hugs my neck,
kissing with a fervor I've not felt before;
raising my hairs then razing them down;
hissing at my tears, preying with my fears;
blazing souless innocents and begging me-
begging me to fall on my knees,
bow my heart and feign mercy.

Hush.

The sky falls bland as I lay my head.
So I pray that when the light rekindles my face,
the sun would wring
from the anger within,
hipnotic evil that shall live and rise again.

Passionate fear

He came from round the blind corner.

Our eyes met briefly before going back to

the phone. His presence lingered beyond

the sockets. He knows.

The next day he was there with his surreptitious

smile which I knew to grow accustomed to. Shyly

shifted to check the time. He wore blue

without fail, conquering my heart, at Eight O' Six

sharp everyday. Not a peep from me. That is

not our language.

He started bringing me places in my mind I

never knew existed. So fascinated in his glory,

I breathe at his mercy and cry at his pleasure. I

take him everywhere, like pocket providence, and

he whispers bittersweet nothings in my ear.

By the devilry he possesses, the hex, like musty

roses, course through my veins, tearing me

from my bloodline, releasing. those. satisfying.

Endorphin.

He owns my soul; at every any hour of the year.

He slumbers mostly and let the electronics entertain

the little shell as he lay; gentle, sovereign and familiar.

He’ll tug on my heartstrings when it's time to feed.

Then, he consumes me whole.

Magic Trick

Tribute to my gonggong.

A volunteer?
Of course, sexy lady at the back.
Dressed in glitter, wavy dark curls, ruby lips.
Lies down in a box; the box. Tight.
Amazing cloth, always velvet.
Catch her scarlet smirk before she's gone.

Black girl, black box, black cloth.
Silver swords, silver saws, silver spikes.
Red girl, red box, red cloth?

Black Death.
No.
No cloth. No box. No girl.

Aha!
Magical cry, magical chant, magical prayer!
Puff of smoke!
Of course, sexy lady at the back.
Dressed in glitter, wavy dark curls, ruby lips.

Now.
Beige boy. Brown box. Golden cloth.
Trembling cry. Diligent chant. Holy prayer.
Incense smoke.

Grandpa?