Muse

You're the reason my heart can sing

I think of you, above almost anything

Except for my king

Your words are inspiration, without you even knowing it.

They cause my mind to go beyond and proclaim me a poet... or singer or artist that paints their feelings with a brush.

That's the funny thing about being inspired by a muse, that feeling is such a rush

It's a mystery to know if it's fueled by love or something else

One thing's for sure, you can never put it on a shelf

It has to be written down or in some other way, expressed

In my experience, if you don't then you end up stressed, or obsessed... neither of them good

So for me, I take the wood to the wood...

and make sure I get it all out even if only metaphorically

Because for me it's not a burden but a blessing to be able to explore the depths of my soul... you see?

My heart stands here guilty, my mind already accused.

Writing is a pleasure when i'm thinking about, my exceptional muse