Golden

Everything he touches is golden

Every song he sings beholden

His fingertips touch the guitar strings

And shower his audience with sparkling rings

The heavens rejoice at his gentle tone

My heart races and I'm no longer alone

He gazes at the crowd enveloping me in his magic spell

Whether he really sees it's me I cannot tell

His stories speak to one deep within me

And his lullaby softly rocks me like a baby

No magic can compare to this

As he sweeps his listeners away in bliss

No magic can compare to this.

By JK Forever