The coin falls dreamily through the air
And lands into my open palm
I close my hand with a flowering gesture
hoping you don't see the secret move
I snap my fingers and the sound rings
I say its gone but you don't believe
I open my hand and the screams start erupting
For the coin has vanished, disappeared, and that is that
They tell me to do it again
I tell them a magician does a trick but once
They beg and beg to see the miracle once more
But I say cherish the memory of what you saw
Because its not the trick
Not my hands or my moves
But the magic only happens Inside you
In your mind and in your soul
The moment that passed cannot come back
Cannot be retrieved from the essence of time
For the moment was unique
Although the trick was the same
Just remember the feeling
Of total impossibility
When your whole perspective was taken out
In an instant of pure magic
But before I leave I reach inside my pocket
And pull out the coin that went
And I tell them not to worry
Because magic don't cost a cent
