Rusty Wheels...

I sometimes wonder if singing is like riding a bike - once you learn how to, you never lose the skill.

Or is it more like my Chinese - practically gone due to lack of practise.


These days singing solo has become a sporadic thing.
I don't have much time to spend on music anymore, and for some reason, it just isn't a priority.
I think back to my teenage days when I used to stay up till the wee hours of the morning singing and strumming my guitar... to the point where I would even sing myself to sleep!

My music was my outlet, my voice (literally), and my companion.
These days, I find myself wondering if I shouldn't make a little more effort to rekindle that old friendship. That old solace.


If music is a God-given talent, maybe it's time I stopped running away from it.