Moving from one song to another and from one tile to another, your feet can shuffle but your heart can’t any more. We move from Gavin Friday to Melody Gardot till we dance as one to the same tune - no more watching. The spaces between us get smaller and smaller and the pockets of silence gets longer and longer. And finally when our bodies fit so nicely with each other, all I can hear is that inaudible whisper. But I feel that silent heartbeat travelling up in a hot breath that makes my hair flit by the sides of my ears.

What exactly did you say that I couldn’t remember? But I’m sure it mattered.