Magic has its moment
As it gives the mundane a colourful sight
The sun makes its moment
Night after night with its alluring light
Silence creates its moment
As the thunder loses its deafening might
Music feels its moment
As each note slips in thru the glorious glide
I wait for my moment, silently
To bask in the magic of the morning sun
For the music in me has not yet died...
Photo courtesy: NikonSniper
