O sublime, extraordinary, inﬁnitely mysterious music!
What do you mean, you are so inﬁnite!
Feelings absolute, beyond mortal ken
Yet absolutely what we are, what we do, how we feel;
In those unspoken moments within the bus-queues,
The strange sights of a building, ﬂooded with unreasonable hope,
And the beauty of a stranger - lady that you know
Totally, forever, in eternity, yet never will see again
And never meet! The sadness of a garden
With beautiful ﬂowers and dripping, drenching perfumes
Of love, hope, intensity of being.