I love "Aged & Mellow Blues":)
Schumann, Hermann Nitsch
The ball I threw while playing in the park
Has not yet reached the ground.
The ones who believed no dire prophecies,
To rest in the snow never lay
For them the reward for loneliness
Is that someone must come their way.
"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", "Four Quartets"
T. S. Eliot