A bouncing, vibrating, rhythm,
eyes closed tight
whilst eagle-soaring inside.
Twisting within the dark,
sombre melody,
like fingertips playfully
dancing with candle flame.
Emotional gear-changes,
and the mind’s eye
is off down a crooked path…
to a Lighthouse, a Graveyard,
a Midnight Shore
of ebony and moonlight.
A switch, climbing and following
the slight footholds
of the scaling music.
Peak and crest…
look, The Summerlands
are adorned in Autumnal colours.
Arch-slide like a child,
cloud-bouncing notes,
plucking and snapping,
the race is back on!
Impossible, intense,
twists and turns…
the dams are bursting.
Shuddering climax
upon the horizon
and the bellows of your soul
are a raging, riot of fire.
Tipping, swaying, unbalance,
the rowing boat of your senses
is rocking manically…
as the audio magic cascades you,
back once more, to solid ground.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer, who’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.