A Kind of Magic

The intimate theatre falls into the shadows; darkness lending attention to the musicians on centre stage. A silence. Then, slowly, gradually, as the conductor swished his baton in a fluid wave to beckon the music, a sweet melody rolled into joy and spiraled into a tune tinged with melancholy.

As the piece flowed, its reverberations ran deep under my skin, as though the atoms of my bones were quivering along, my heart pulsing in unison with the song. A tingling sensation ripples across my skin, arousing every fiber within. It conjures ambiguous tears behind blurry eyes, perhaps this is why magic mystifies.