Muse

So he slathers some

more

bread on that butter
and gesticulates

wildly

Triumphantly brandishing his

poetry

Eagerly waiting for
-Ink that runs on memories

And i grasp at excuses

Disarmed
Unmasked

as he stares inquisitively.
-Helplessly unbalanced

I

replace this childish shyness
with a coolly indifferent

facade

Hovering anxiously as he
rages at my fickle capabilities

-And it is shame as well as
blissful joy
(for you see, he needs me)

that opens the floodgate
-so that out of my soul pours

music

such that no mortal hath
-captured true essence

With this he glows incandescent
and feverishly scribbles

-grinning so devilishly
I am struck again
by how this man possesses

such a rare delicate beauty

Yet he in his ignorance
seems not to notice my

fatally

stricken condition

(For it will be the death of me)
(As all i am is)
(sublime)
(immortalized)