The Magician

[Quoth]

A Magician? No Magician am I sir … merely a juggler. A ball sweeps up, a ball sweeps down, I deftly pluck and send them round, attend each ball and the whole muckled churn, with careless ease I make them turn. Two balls, twelve balls, none at all, I watch astutely, each one equally; not ... at .. all. How do I make it look so easy madam? Practice. Too much like hard work? I love a challenge, Non-productive? I think its fun. I no longer get tired of dropping balls, they are soon picked up and upward spun, like orbiting planets in my hands, they dance for me, collude my plans. I receive them as graciously as I discard them and your delight is reward enough …. ...Prithee spare a copper my love? *        *        * But there is a secret in their swing … come closer child, lean closer in, its known to all us juggling folk, that as they fly; they sing. ...and the momentum itself becomes a thing... A thing you ask? I won't explain; I can't even try, for I'm no Magician, not me, not I... ... merely a juggler.