Words by Pandita Suthamporn
Have our souls ever crossed paths before,
Or was it our paralleled lives bound to intersect,
My soul was silently rewinding the cassette in retrospect,
Assembling, retrieving, dissecting all that could be in a singular time-capsulated block,
Working in latent with the beat of the clock,
Manifesting itself is a seamless interplay of two karmic connections,
Reunited, waiting with time to return from slumber,
As the plot unfolds itself once more,
Marks the genesis of a long-forgotten story untold.
The Polyphony 