First my voice alters
Becomes softer, higher, sweeter
And then the change spreads first upwards
Towards my face
Rearranging my features
Adding delicate touches of makeup
Then my hair explodes in growth
Flowing down like a fountain of gold
I sing the chorus again

And my spirit lifts
As the change makes its way down
All the way to my feet now delicate
And encased in heels that compliment my dress
I find myself wishing the song wouldn’t end
But I must wake to stagger onward
Find a way to cope
Without the music, the magic
Until I am fortunate enough
To hear the song begin again