THE MAGIC OF KITARO

The music took us away to places in heaven,
so much that we would never be the same again;
we danced thro' nimbus and sirrus silvery clouds,
in white and sunshine yellow with puffy shrouds.

You walked on air and turned a head to give a smile,
so this was your space, you'd been there all the while;
like children we skipped, just like some playful frolic, 
to pan pipes that breathed magic from a bamboo stick.

The water played in fountains of green and aquamarine,
shadows of happiness in all the magic places we'd been;
there were angels either side of a golden pathway,
who waved and beckoned us on to see a new sun's ray.

Cherubims and seraphims sang hymns with good endeavour,
sweet light with ethereal magical music would last forever.