The last trick
Conjuring words, I stare out at the rain,
How soon we’ve all forgotten you.
Petrichor and sombre remembrances,
Alas, both washed achingly away.
Don’t stop writing you said,
not once knowing it was goodbye
‘With words come quiet magic,
don’t let Reality wash it away’.
And now I write a melancholy song,
You there, Can you hear me backstage?
Lookout, here comes a bunny out the hat,
Another sun, another moon, round the clock we go.