Maybe Your Magic is Working

Maybe
your words fell
among the amethyst
quartz and jasper
finding life beneath the soil
under the moss
sending roots
to cedar wood
walnut and maple.
Maybe your words
drifted on the wind
to be mouthed by ghosts
in sounds silent
among the clouds.
Maybe they melted
with the rain and
dappled fountains
danced with inkdrops
before the backlash
when my heart gave in
and the seconds stopped.
Maybe, just maybe
your magic is working.

by Jean-Michel K.