And just like that, something inside shifted very subtly, so that all the empty spaces in him suddenly disappeared, so that his breath timed to hers, so that his blood sang. This is why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn’t have words big enough to describe them.
Jodi Picoult, Samantha van Leer (2012). “Between the Lines”, p.254, Simon and Schuster