I transcend to the timeless realms,

Where space is as strange as entanglement,

And one is the same as an infinities of infinities;

And everyone sings, each his own song.

Immerse in a complex counterpoint of myriad notes,

You hear every note, from the still quiet pianissimo,

To the thunderous dialogue between timpanis and trumpets;

And light, a constant, stands still.