Who do you emulate?
Fly away with me to the blue, briny sea
and we'll sit and speculate.
The hours waltz by in a dizzying way, the measure of time obsolete.
Decisions aren't made and nothing's arranged.
We enjoy all those things incomplete.
Ivory keys and vibrating strings
combine in a sweet consultation.
You sing the high part, and I'll sing the low,
in a lovely and pure combination.