The Sound of Magic

The world stands still when she sings, A voice that soars, a heart with wings. Like golden light, so warm, so true, A melody both fresh and new. The stars above begin to sway, As every note lights up the day. No tune too high, no dream too far, Her voice shines brighter than a star. The wind repeats what she creates, A sound that time itself awaits. Not just a song, but something more, A magic heart beats in its core. No other voice could feel the same, No other soul could light this flame. For in her sound, the world can see, A song that lives eternally.