Golden
/…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…
By JK Forever