(This is reproduced from the posting I made on my Facebook Page on 1st November 2026.)

Last Wednesday morning, I wrote about the quiet ones in a post titled “The Yearning for Childhood Innocence”.

The kids who sat outside the circle. Watching more than talking.

Later that evening, one of the quiet ones answered.

Chew Sii Meng, a prolific content creator from my hometown Sibu, read my post about marbles clinking in my pocket and kite strings cutting into my fingers, as I was recalling my childhood days.

He didn’t leave a comment. He wrote a song.

Melody. Lyrics. Video. He did it in 2 hours. He called it “I Still Miss That Boy.”

I pressed play expecting something clever.

By the second verse, I was back on that hot earth, barefoot, looking up at that sky.

In my time, a song like this needed a composer, a studio, and months of work. Today it needs a feeling, an idea, and the right tools.

That is the power of AI people overlook. Everyone worries AI will replace us. Few notice it is giving ordinary people a voice they never had.

It’s still a tool nevertheless. AI did not supply the feeling. Sii Meng did.

AI only shortened the distance between his heart and a finished song.

I wrote that life honours those who were listening while the rest of us were shouting. I didn’t expect proof to arrive the same day.

Thank you, Sii Meng. You gave my words a melody. And you gave that boy his sky back.

Same Sibu soil. One flew kites. One listened. Then, we made a song together.