Enchanted Places

 

Well, you bring the enchantment with you.

What could be more obvious?

Whatever string inside of you

Is tuned for beauty or ethereal things

Hums like a maniac in certain places -

Unless it doesn’t, and you’re not sure why.

 

And sometimes it’s the opposite. You’re somewhere dull,

Familiar, uninspiring, drab -

The gas station on the corner, say - and there

You find yourself struck dumb with sudden bliss

(As arguably you should be every time).

 

It’s all of it together. It’s the place,

The time, the weather, and your passing mood.

You bring the enchantment with you, yes,

But then of course it’s helpful if the place

Offers a bit more than the average gas station,

Which, to the perfect instrument, might be enough.