If you’re not beautiful
you'll have music to make it so
we'll see dancing on lavender pavement
where feet are light
strutting softly toward the sun
or moon when nights are free
a crossroad toward the avenue
of our eternity
And we will lift above
the ugliest of creation
giving purpose to its breath
producing some sensation,
playing with the stars
and coming up with mime
totalling the concert of
a name most close to mine.

