Somewhere Else Instead

Halfway down the stairs,
is a stair, where I sit.
There isn't any, other stair,
quite like, it.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top;
So this is the stair,
where, I always, stop.
Halfway up the stairs,
isn't up, and isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
it isn't in the town.
And all sorts
of funny thoughts,
run round my head:
It isn't really anywhere!
It's somewhere else instead!
--A.A. Milne

Satie: Gymnopédies

Satie: Nocturnes