He holds the cube in his handsThe unbreakable puzzle,Or so they sayFlexing his fingers

He holds it gingerlyLike a trusted friend

The stopwatch beepsHis fingers fly over the cubeAttacking the colorsOrange, green, blue, and whitesSpark through the airIn graceful motions, his fingers

Working like beesShift through the layersSuddenly,Out of the blueThe cube emerges from his palms

Like a miracle, the cube is whole once againThe stopwatch beeps

And the magic stops