All it takes is a song, a riff, or a note
And I’m transported back, spirited away
I’m a time traveller to somewhere remote
Yet familiar, a place where I used to play
Music is a form of magic, an enchantment
That reveals clues to secrets of the heart
Music is a kind of mushroom, an hallucinogen
That opens doors to wild worlds we can chart
All it takes is a beat, a hook, or a voice
And we’re reconnected, spellbound in a blink
We’re in the memory maze of fate and choice
Reliving our dreams, and dancing in sync.
— Wayne Visser