Something hidden
Something kept
Something that
No one could expect

 

Something savored
Something planned
Something honestly 
He can't understand

 

But that's the magic
that's his muse
You must understand 
He can't refuse

 

Light the candle 
Burn the fuse
Walk the path
And be amused

 

More than this

He cannot say
Maybe tomorrow 
Possibly today

 

Mostly he just rides
The waves
No matter the size
No matter 
Their craze

 

With a voice freshly renewed
This the reality
Not yesterday's news