Musician's spell

Little notes struck with gentle precision
Fragile cords plucked with grace and vigor
As the sound, distinct and clear runs through the air
The melody moves me strongly as I struggle for breath
Pure beauty bleeds from your fingertips
Unadulterated passion from your lungs
Hollow and empty it feels me up
Your lyrics like water in a cup
Your voice soft and sweet
Unbridled and hauntingly deep
Like a caress it washes over me
And I stand falling head over heels
How do you do it
With bare hands create magic
So eerie, so mystical
The warm baritone of your voice like strong arms
Wrapping around my frail shoulders
Your graceful fingers plucking at my heart strings
I'm completely in tune with you
With each beat of my frantic heart
Bursts of harmony flow through my veins
Never discordant, never missing a beat
You're like a puppeteer with strings
Playing me like your pizzicato, with so much ease
Are you a musician or a magician
Am I an instrument or an apprentice
Looking at you, spell bound
As you rise up and take a bow
The music's stopped and so has the magic
I'm free from your spell but it feels so tragic
Watching as your brooding figure disappears
Off to craft another rhapsody or perhaps a magic spell