Twisting Wires

Here I sit qui­et­ly, ever twist­ing wires,
A fey won­der of the world unseen

But as tur­moil leaves me nigh untouched
And those around me now turn a blind eye

I sim­ply sit qui­et­ly, twist­ing wires
Shap­ing anew the sub­tle realities

My mag­ic blends into dai­ly scenes
Trans­par­ent as glass in a silent pond

Chil­dren run and play in jovial bliss
While here I sit, the com­po­nents in my grasp

And my peers give me a nod, or the rare question
“What is it exact­ly that you do here?”

And I will but shrug, and let loose a smile
And pre­tend as if noth­ing had just happened

Time to car­ry on and see the next, friend,
Let us be car­ried away by a world of wonders!

A mil­lion glit­ter­ing fire­flies shall light my way home
As on invis­i­ble wings I will alight to my place

Now mid­night! I look down in wry smiles
And float up to the heart of the dreaming

Think­ing always of inalien­able truths
Think­ing always of my life’s call –

Mag­ic revealed ne’er brings dreams of its own
And won­ders in pieces are seen as just that,

So there, friend, lies my rea­sons of secrecy
For the world needs new won­ders each morn,
And the world needs new dream­ers each night,

Let inspi­ra­tion’s vision be thy clar­i­on call –
When you’re sit­ting still as I,
Qui­et­ly twist­ing wires.