I want to describe her voice
but how?
Words seemingly cannot express such a thing.
Words of her own, beautiful as they are,
slip from her mouth and hang in the air.
Where they stay, suspended around the heads
of those who listen,
gently sparkling in the light.
Her lips softly close around such words,
holding them with a smile,
before releasing them on waiting ears.

But what creates such jewels?
The music from her mouth is a slow and lilting tune.
It is filled with concealed joy and happy memories,
And such things are reflected in what she says.

A soft waterfall of knowledge gently pours from her mouth,
she barely pauses to think of what to say.
It comes from within,
It comes from her soul.
And she truly believes in what she is saying.
You can see in their faces that her audience does too.

They are fools, caught in her spell.
Bewitched as they are, by her almond eyes, and soft pink lips.
They hang off her every word,
Trying to catch her jewels with their eager ears.
Barely blinking, for fear of missing a sound.
They turn to her like plants to the sun,
And I a fool with them.