There is music in the distance
To compliment the waterfall
And the clear blue sky
Of late I have become absorbed
In a search for a description
A way to capture a raison d'être
For that fleeting experiential feeling
Where the shortest of times
Takes one to the longest of times
Where the ripples on the pond
Signify the continuum of existence
And so I listen to Erik Satie
Indeed I am with him
In his exquisite Paris apartment
Before we go to the pavement café
As the music moves on
So the pigeon moves on
Clearly they are less fond
Of the TMS cricket commentary
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