The Muse

Once the Muse has found its kin, no sooner has it captured him or her if you prefer the other KIND as rhapsody and verse take hold, filling up one’s mind. It’s not as difficult as you may think as words pour forth from kitchen sinks, bedroom walls, tenement halls, rivers, rain, and snow… when the Muse arrives you’ll laugh and sigh and follow where it goes. Don’t fight the urge to try and purge this mystery underground, let it take you where it will, unequivocally unbound. Listen to the bitter winds raging, howling at your door and soon you’ll find your rhythm, rhyme is ever so much more, than simple words you’ve always heard throughout your roller coaster years. When the Muse comes ‘round you’ll know you’ve found a whole new you in there.