| Song | Aquarello |
| Artist | Ataraxia |
| Album | Ad Perpetuam Rei Memoriam |
| Your hands and my words trace circles, | |
| Lines, volutes, assonances, | |
| Fragrances of sonorous abstractions | |
| Atmospheric nuances, | |
| Tenuous impalpable motions of spinging chords; | |
| Cerulean, overseas-blues hover and twist | |
| In floating constellations "We open the dance like unusual comedians or sylvestrian interpreters of a bizarre picture." |