Those hands, making magic
More than birds coming out of scarves
More than flowers from a wand, but
Real poetry
Every move, every word
Well thought out, deliberate
Real in ways reality isn't
Magic in the real sense
Every essay
Little beat of your heart in every sentence
Sweat of your brow on every page
Each key on the keyboard bearing the mark
A thousand long nights writing love, hate, admiration
Deepest thoughts of your heart hidden
Revealed between the lines
Real magic
Each letter weaving majestic dreamscapes
Laughter, joy, pain, frustration
Writer, magician
Magic in deepest, purest form
Who knew twenty-six letters could be arranged
Reshuffled to offer so many possibilities
Create so many worlds
People are born between pages of your imagination

Every thing you do is magic
In every foot step, tiny hint of diamond dust
Every flip of the wrist
Every curl of lips
Every rise and fall of your chest giving birth
Giving birth to a note of music
Precious symphony of your life
Your melody gives inspiration and joy to others
Every crescendo making our hearts skip a beat
Whenever you open your mouth to speak, people listen
Followers gather around you as you pontificate
Breathing new life into old words
Making old and mundane new and vibrant
Your sweet tongue spittin smooth rhymes
Words caressin my heart
Phrases wrappin me in a pleasant warmth
Your sweet song
That steady rhythm
Talkin me into sleep like a jazz DJ
A poet
Bringing magic to everything he does and says
I watch you
I listen to your words when you are silent
I watch your every move when you are still
Slight twitch of your fingers as you make magic
On paper
On stage
On screen
Hearts stop when you appear
Ears picking up the rustle of your clothes
Soft friction of your shoes against the floor
Hum of blood through your veins
Awaiting your words
Your phrases, spoken or not
Transport me to new worlds where magic is real
Reality is what you want it to be
Poetry in motion, speech and life
You are poetry
You are magic

Sketch 2002