Muse

Muse

By M. F. B. Porter

Muse,

Oh dear, Muse

What have you to say?

I need your sweet words

Yesterday and today

You whisper your thoughts

So quietly in my ear

That some days I'm unsure

If I can even still hear

Other days are different

Quite different you see

Some days you scream

And keep screaming

At me

And while I appreciate

The inspiration you heap

Sometimes I wish you would stop

And just let me sleep

At which point you somberly

Gather your things to depart

Leaving no wonderful music left

Singing to my heart

I waste away in your absence

Then swear to the sky

That if you should return

I'd not let you pass me by

Muse,

Oh dear, Muse

What have you to say?

I need your sweet words

Yesterday and today.