Music Magic
Of music and its magic touch,
Of stardust cast off into space,
Into colors of blue, red, and yellow
A channeling into proud rainbows,
A declaration of beauty into sound
From the movement of melodic batons
Of hidden maestros in the wings
Of Pegasi flying in the mystic sky,
Of choirs of angels singing hallowed hymns,
Of aeronautic travelers in deep space,
Floating and drifting and dreaming,
Moving slowly as the roaming spirit goes,
In flight as the sunset flaunts its beauty,
Its mystical melodies that enter the heart,
Its power that melts rhetoric into liquid,
Its gentle scepters and graceful fingers,
Waving poetic wands through the still air,
Converting the physical into the abstract,
Its ride upon the electric spine,
A tingling in the skin,
An invitation to the dance,
A strange sensation in the limbs,
A submission to the power of music,
A movement unlike all movement before,
An explosion of the love of the sound of music
And love defined as the music ushers it inside,
An effect that lingers ‘til the music leaves
And circles back into the calm,
Then the waiting for that
Inspiration to return again
From exotic lands across exotic airs,
An impatient anticipation
For that mystic feeling to come back,
An ode to the sound of music
And to the magic of that sound.
As featured in "Poets' Espresso"
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