If you wondered what magic sounded like
I’d invite you to my roof at midnight
You’d hear the sounds you’re not meant to hear
The sounds of every other life and none
The giving and taking of an hour, a second
A third space between
If you wondered what magic felt like
I’d tell you to come by near dawn
Sit in the small folds of the city
Feel the first glimpse of the sun
While the last sliver of moon winked away
A place just before
If you wondered what magic was made of
I’d let you sit and read my mind
Open the pages and stir the words and visage
Listen to the deepest definitions not visible
Make notes and songs of nothing but night air
A breath out of time
