What is magic?

There is something extra with certain places, arts, photos poems etc. Something that makes it loaded with magic and divine energy. I know it might sound weird to some, but that´s the way I feel about it, and I´ve heard it from poets, writers, painters and colleagues throughout the years. I don´t know what it is and what makes it happen. It´s just a mystery, and I´d like to keep it that way, or else there´s a big risk the magic will disappear:)