Violone

Irrational happiness
And dreamed serene contentment
In the middle of nonsense
With no hope of improvement,
No prayer, no plan for escape,
These are the finest moments
In the long fall through nothing

To nowhere thoughts can follow,
No place you yourself can be.
A pianist interviewed
On playing with dream partners
Said music feels like flying,
"If you can get there." Let's try
Flying, getting there or not.