It's Magic...

Track 1: Jonathan Richman "A Higher Power"


It's magic It's magic the way we got together,
There's magic around us in the air
It's magic It's magic, no not at random
And there must be a higher power somewhere.

I know that magic is an easy word to condemn,
But I've tried other girls and I wasn't made for them,
And I knew it from afar in that lonely rock and roll bar
That there must be a higher power somewhere. Go.

It's magic It's magic the way we got together
It's magic as if it was ordained
It's magic It's magic, no not by chance,
And there must be a higher power I'm saying.

I know that magic is an easy word to abuse
But I've tried other words but what words can I use
And I knew it from that first kiss so stingy and so spare
That there must be a higher power somewhere.

It's magic It's magic the way we got together
It's magic It's justice, it's grace
It's magic It's magic, no not at random
And there must be a higher power some place.

They say that magic and the science world collide
But Einstein saw me looking at her and he joined my side
And I knew how it would be the way she hated me
And there must be a higher power somewhere

It's magic It's magic the way we got together
It's magic It's freedom, it's fair
It's magic It's magic no not at random
And there must be a higher power somewhere.


It was magic. 
There's no other word. We knew each other for years and years and it didn't arrive a moment too soon or a minute too late. It was magic 
when I received that text in January of 2010 that simply read 
"So you know i've been in love with you for the last 10 years, right?". 
And that's when the friendship we had for years was transformed. It was not at random. It was justice and grace. 


Being in Bill's presence was magical. He knew what words to say. He knew the right moment to touch me. We could look at each other and know. After giving several "pet" names a go, it was magic when he would simply call me by my name, "Lauren". I loved the way he would say it, as if he was the only one who could truly call my name.


It is magic.
It's magic that we spent such a great weekend with his family and friends before his death. It's magic he missed one dirty tee shirt in the bottom of the laundry basket so I would have something to hug at night. It's magic he kissed me on the cheek in the middle of the night before he passed. It's all around me. It still is magic. It's magic I could stop crying long enough to be able to smell him the last time I saw him. It's magic he passed in his sleep. 


There must be a higher power somewhere.