A rehearsal and a bento box,
A concert and free beer,
Today's performance for the Akura crowd,
Was met with mirthful cheer.
We left our street shoes at the door,
Just socks and slippers now,
Inside the humble meeting house,
Where even the audience bow.
Mozart, Joplin, Amazing Grace,
A song from Totero,
Octets and popular Japanese tunes,
That someday I may know.
For what great purpose, what small pleasure
Had we all gathered there?
Most surely it could not be measured,
Though it graced the neighborly air.
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