At the pause of exhalation,
For the feather-tongue sweet whisper,
That draws in with inhalation.
For the glass-belled incantation
Of tiny charms that bind to air
And spell their invocations.
For the still-chiming enchantment
Ringing out it’s fluid influence
Which lures your fascination.
Magic, barely seen,
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Magic’