Here's the really amazing thing There's nothing to lose, nothing to win Sunday morning silence surrounds A realisation profound Listening to Jeff Buckley's 'Grace' This is the time, this is the place Coffee aroma, birdsong abounds Releasing confusion unsound Beauty in its simplicity Letting go of complicity I'm never going back underground Life once more conspires to astound He's now singing Brook's 'Lilac Wine' But his melancholy isn't mine I'm alive and on the rebound In this moment, acceptance crowned