Written and performed by Kaya
Produced by Cam Archer


Left to water too long
She is weighted down
Cradled in comfort that we had first found in a sound

Still in the sun too long
She is faded and worn
The riddle gives no hint to what it may be, in its form

Bearing your answers you shall
Return as it is
Faced with the beauty that you now know how to rebuild

Left to her own devices
She has taken root
Pages so blank that it feels like there's nothing but room

Given the time to be
We are learning how
Shaped here by nothing that we would not let surround

Bearing your answers you shall
Return as you feel
Calm and impassioned for everything that's been built

The Riddle

just a small qlown girl living in a silly world

Listen up and live with it.

Toronto | NYC | Bucharest | Paris

the intersection of my archived film pictures and low quality acoustic recordings

I DJ for Public School KL and for DBCO, one of Kuala Lumpur's oldest drum n bass crews.

The Riddle

kaya.