The First Magic

Music was the first magic I knew.

I was taught by my father

when he played a bit of Billy Joel or Elton John

on an old piano or keyboard,

or when he sang along to Stevie Wonder.

Later, I learned where to find the notes

on a piano and in my throat,

but I did it quietly and only by ear.

In my room I’d listen to sweeping crescendos

of guitars that wailed desires I had no name for yet,

and let lyrics pull me away like driftwood in a riptide.

When I found the courage to sing the notes out loud,

I understood the delight and delirium that comes

from creating a space for beauty, even if just for an instant.

I discovered the thrill and terror of weaving moods

that can transport a soul.

And although I make room for all the artful beauty I can,

I always return to the joy of notes well sounded,

and luxuriate in the depth of my response to them.

When I find the right song, the magic comes easily.

Song choice: Drift Away by Dobie Gray 

This song was created in response to the Prompt given over at A Dash of Sunny: Music