For A Muse of Fire…

When words falter, fail and fade,
so too, the strings and fingers,
the voice and ear,
the pen and paper, ink and clay.
All for a lost muse
whose fire has gone cold
and left me here alone
with nothing left to say, play, or create.

Some days being god is easier than others.

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