Liminal in time and space,
In between a social place –
This is where the eve of Eves occurs.

Civilly inept? Not quite –
But inclined to times of night
When all is quiet save that which reverbs.

Yet when it has a gentle frame,
When those involved can feel the same,
Convivial events can be enjoyed.

Consider those who feel as one,
Separate for many suns –
Reuniting fills a certain void.

Featuring improvised clarinet.