We'll be forever with you Late evening. Summer day coming to end.Another day filled events and emotions.We sitting in the round, touching each other by shoulders.Your fingers deftly run around the neck. That much more then me, much more then you, that's breath of entire freedom.... The guitar is ringing.The voices merge into one.No one can breaks this musical silence.Nobody wants go away, nobody dares even move.Eyes shine in the dark, in them reflected our light - a candle.Someone wrapped himself in a blanket, someone looks dreamily - it would seems outward, but in fact in himself.I'm fascinated by you.I can not distinguish, where are you, and where is the guitar ; where is the music ,and where is the song - It seems ,you have long become one and imagine this song without you already can not. The guitar is silent. Quiet voices are always one by one, otherwise it is impossible. One can not break silence for the sake of one speaker.For the sake of such moments and it is worth living. Another our drowning in quiet whispering.