paradise regained

Maud Gonne sat at a discreet corner table in a little known pub in heaven.
Presently she felt a song coming on.
She reached for the handheld microphone which she'd left on the table in front of her.
The microphone trailed fifty meteres of electric cable across the stage.
She switched on the microphone.
From somewhere just off stage there came the sound of a small explosion followed by popping and fizzing sounds as Maud Gonne's microphone power box short circuited.
For long moments Maud Gonne could be seen franticly tapping the head of her microphone hoping against hope that it might still be working.
Beside her the ghost of a smile touched the regal features of WB Yeats.