Chatterbox Muse

Sometimes I can’t go to sleep; because she just won’t shut up! Obsessive chatterbox, interrupts until I put pen to paper or brush to canvas. The many nights she’s had me working at two, three or four am; she doesn’t stop until her imagery has a physical home. My walls are full of her mid-night neighborhoods, Bold-colored tantrums and ravings. My hand aches; searing pains wreak havoc on spent tendons but, she won’t shut up. My journals are clogged from her cries, jokes and yes, wisdom. My life is full because of her, even without rest. Somehow, sleeplessness is insignificant in the light of her gifts. I never want to live without Muse.