She watches

I like how she watches me quietly, as if she's discovering a new "Me" right in front of her eyes.
I try to explain to myself how that happens, how she changes from reality to magic. I envy that.

That's one of a long list of things she does, that I love.

Like a careful cat, she stays back and just watches.
Her eyes glistening a small star. Her mouth, just a bit frowned.

She turns into stone, during her magic act. Similar to a sphynx.
That's weird, because she usually moves a lot, like a little child.

I wonder how she does that, every time.