From the Bridge with Love

Bakit nga ba ang puso
Pag nagmamahal na
Ay sadyang nakapagtataka
Ang bawa't sandali
Lagi nang may ngiti
Dahil langit ang nadarama

Para bang ang lahat ay walang hangganan
Dahil sa tamis na nararanasan
Kung mula sa puso ay tunay ngang ganyan

Nais ko'y ikaw ang laging yakap-yakap
Yakap na sana'y walang wakas
Sana'y laging ako ang iniisip mo
Sa maghapon at sa magdamag

Init ng pag-ibig ating pagsaluhan
Kung mayroong hahadlang
'Di ko papayagan
Kung mula sa puso ay tunay ngang ganyan


Walked passed by a woman sitting alone in a bridge. Guitar strap on, amplifiers up. That was 4:00 in the afternoon in a sun scorched March day. An umbrella as her shield, not in the right position to give her enough shade. Believe me you don't want to be hit with the sunlight at this kind of hour. But she sits there, singing. Strumming in on her electric guitar she hums, without a view of the world around her. A voice that cuts through all the noise.


I don't know. They say this might be a part of a syndicate. The same thing that uses kids to go beg for pennies in the streets. There's this box in front of her, I don't know where the money goes. I do hope that it's hers to keep, she deserves each and every money dropped on that 'donation box'. Hell, I don't want to call that thing a donation box. She earned that money through hard work, her dedication, through her music. It's compensation for her work. She has a unique job. Whatever amount that goes in on that box serves as her daily wage.


I don't know what goes on in her mind. The way she sings all those lovely notes, with tenderness. It can only be through love and inspiration. How would you be able to get inspiration in a situation like hers? Faith? Hope? She deserves something better. That better is not something for me to decide. I love that she's doing what she does. It helps people like me do good at things I have to do myself.


I can only smile when I heard her, can't stop looking and be amazed. All the city noise and busy people seemed a distant world to her. That's what's important isn't it? That you love what you do and you give it your all. Therefore, she's in a league of her own. Ms. Guitar wherever you are, you passed something unseen. Something that's so important. But like a fire it burns. I can feel its heat in these words.