The Magician
The Magician
They leave you mesmerised
They leave you to think
They can appear or disappear
Before you blink.
They can be cut in pieces
But that remains complete
They can change the colours
From yellow to pink.
A rabbit may come out of their hat
They pull their sleeves
To bring out a rat.
A movement of the wand
Has surprises all the time
A few words to spell
Changes all that are fine.
The stage is always theirs
When they come to perform
A black coat and a hat
Hand gestures and a wand.
They can raise things up
They can push it in
You never know how
Did they manage these things?
Glued to the seats
You sit in awe
You find explanation
In everything you saw.
A fantasy world created for you
Performed with precision
Just telling you
The magic is there
If you do look around,
In a world created just for you
By the Magician in a tall hat and a gown.