"Let the Music Play" has been running through my head in situations that can become a trial of missed connections, to help me from worrying quite so much about how events unfold. But, as always, when I sing something to myself for long enough, I start changing words.

In this case, the message has turned out a little less passive... asking not "what does Love want me to do", but "what do I want Love to do for me."

The choice of leaving this picture mostly uncolored has a lot to do with the manifold question of exactly who this is, and how fictionalized, which has a lot of sliding variables and it's probably best to accept that there's no sure answer.