I’m alone
God is here making magic
But they won’t conjure nothing for me,
“wait a minute, just one more minute” they promised me
But I forget
A minute for God is longer than it is for me
Mortal that I am cannot see
that God has eternity
and waiting would be foolish
I’m alone
I make magic from my silences
In my silences I make up a love
From that love I drink
From my own magic I live