I walk, without thought, upon the past beneath 
Grey brick cobbled for foot and wood
Now rubber and road lay siege
To Montmatre

I think, without care, of the chattering minds 
Swapping tales of today 
Some stick in the mind 
Others float with the wind 

I care, without worry, for these people   
The kindness and beauty of their place 
I rest knowing it will repeat
This love has been here before