i am the fog. i come in
disguised as a tired traveler
and i become your secret.

does the harp speak to you
the way it does to me?

i sit down and in the middle
of these tight businessmen, parents
and women in heels, i
stretch my legs and bring
the music and the rain.

i will make your nights a little easier
if you're willing to listen.

the mist snakes around your tongue
and castles rise from the ground,
majestic once again.

this is the magic
we missed so dearly-
this is the magic
we all used to know.

listen. listen.