Yours is a magic that I want to see.
You in your cleverness now have the skill
to make all that touches you bend to your will.
You have discovered what I want to know,
riddled the riddle of why it is so.
Show me what's real and what's only disguise;
show me the workings of truth and of lies.
Meddling sorcerer, all that you teach
is bringing me knowledge, expanding my reach.
You turn the universe into your toy,
and as I follow I do so with joy.
Now I know some of the questions to ask,
how to uncover what's under the mask.
All this enchantment was always at hand,
but only this moment do I understand.
Meddling sorcerer, all that I know
shows me the distance I still have to go.
Dancing within me is many a spell,
but when I cast one it's tricky to tell.
I have been learning forever, it seems,
but all the power remains in my dreams.
Have I been growing, the way that I feel,
or is it illusion and none of it real?
Meddling sorcerer, all that you say
deepens in meaning, revealing the way.
Now I am focusing, daring to dare,
touching bewitchery, solidly there.
I am awakening, starting to fly,
weaving a pattern of water and sky.
Shadows and light ripple out from within,
shaping a world, as again I begin.
Meddling sorcerer, meddle with me.
I have become what I wanted to be.
Both of us now are sufficiently wise
to conjure awareness of what we devise.
Thunder and lightning and whispering vines,
even the stars, are within our designs.
Truly I thank you, as freely we part;
you taught me the meddling sorcerer's art.
Meddling sorcerer, that's me indeed.
You say my magic is something you need.
You want to know how to master the tides,
how to reveal what the mystery hides.
Share in my secrets; I'll meddle with you,
sing you a song of the false and the true.
Open your mind as you listen today,
learning the meddling sorcerer's way.