The muses dance.
They never stop,
not even when
you turn the music off.
They are not selective,
they never desert,
they always whisper
even when unheard.
You think you are alone,
the only one in the room,
but the muses spin
around and through.
They do not do the work
for you;
they simply inspire,
keep the embers lit
for your future fires.
Close your eyes
and hear your heart;
beneath and within
the beats
lies the power
that ignites
the pen
that paints
the images
that swirl
within.
There is no plan,
there never was.
You simply release that
from the place it’s been pent up,
and magic happens
when it meshes with
those muses dancing
to the music,
and when it lands
upon the canvas,
your ears can hear
the song that’s been playing
all along, eager
to be sung.
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