Maybe... begins in quiet contemplation-acoustic guitar and trumpet weaving a fragile duet over intimate vocals that feel both confessional and resigned. As the song unfolds, organic warmth gives way to flickers of electronic pop, mirroring the emotional shift from denial to acceptance. The arrangement grows from raw vulnerability into something cinematic, balancing heartbreak with an undercurrent of self-realization.

Lyrically, Maybe... is a letter to a fading relationship-the kind where distance isn't measured in miles but in silence. The narrator grapples with suspicion, loss, and longing, confronting the space left behind when love slips away but memory refuses to follow.

There Is No One But Me continues his personal catharsis... but it's music to our ears.