Eddie was at the head of the bed, strumming his guitar and jotting down notes on a piece of paper. You sat next to him, trying to come up with a line for his new song. The room was filled with the soft sound of Eddie's guitar, and the occasional sound of a pen scratching against paper. As the minutes ticked by, you both remained focused on your tasks. Eddie's fingers moved expertly across the strings, producing a gentle melody that filled the small trailer. You watched with admiration as he effortlessly switched between chords, his eyes closed in concentration. You tried to come up with a line that would fit the mood of the song, but nothing seemed to click. You glanced over at Eddie, hoping for some inspiration. He caught your eye and gave you a small smile, then went back to playing. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, letting the music wash over you. It was a peaceful moment, and you felt grateful to be a part of it. You let your mind wander, searching for a phrase or a feeling that could add to the song. After a few minutes, you opened your eyes and looked back at Eddie. He had stopped playing and was now looking at you expectantly. You took a deep breath and spoke up. "What if we tried something like... 'Lost in the rhythm of your heart'?" you suggested tentatively.