Attention

Sometimes love sounds like an insistent ‘look here’ - with a hint of capricious theatre and bold vulnerability. Inside, it's like an adult: ‘I'm a man, can't you see?’ But outside, it's like that schoolyard ‘look, look, look!’ during recess.

The music boils with impatience: the heart pounds, words cling to each other, and everything in the head boils down to one thought - just don't look away. It's ironic and touching at the same time: only those who are truly afraid of getting lost in the silence can demand attention so loudly.