Elusive

Written by: Matthew Anish

     The muse
touches you at times 
     your words sing !
Most of the time 
she is in hiding 
   So, you put your pen to paper
  with poor results 
  But the music shall return 
  And yes, she will 
again 
   Inspires, takes you higher 
to litereary triumphs 
  Words that leap from the page 
  Soon enough
   old age 
 will come 
   The fire which once burned 
       Will become ashes 
The music has power 
    but not enough
to defy Father Time 
    or stop the Angel of Death 
   The dark angel who 
 eventually wins all battles