Only her could find you on the loneliest edge of the blue lake. And there you are swinging your feet over the calm, swaying your body to your favourite original soundtrack. You need to hold the wave, and only her would be that space you feel in the middle, that space you need to fill. So you are determined to travel inside yourself and be the music, turn every breath into music and reach the infinite place she lives in. There you'll find your world too, you think out loud. You know it from the very moment she steals a glance and shudders when she hears the song you are humming right in her mind. Eventually you've got an inkling, the unpredictable story before you and a way to set off, and yet, you'd rather believe in making the puzzle little by little.
Humming Guilty, by Al Bowlly