Melody

Muse takes a break In foreign chimes, In random takes, Swing jerky rhymes. Muse feels a need To leave me grief, As if to feed Impulse set brief. Muse can dictate The course laid sound, To brew odd fate In lines that ground. Muse feels amused To sense struggle, To dare confuse Nudge and trouble. Muse comes to tease Or else to ease, Watch patterns please Or distort peace. Muse is fickle As a lost buzz, A slow trickle To break the crust. Muse can mingle With lovely fling, Yet spreads ripples On writer's spring. Muse is most bright With sanguine feel, Then dawns a light That shines with zeal. Muse knows a way Beyond just write, For words can play To tell and cite. Muse frees the good Within the shell, Aligns with mood To show and tell. Leon Enriquez 29 November 2014 Singapore