The Muse

  • Sitting Up Here

    Maybe I’m sitting in a tree, somewhere, looking down at it all. I’m sure my feet are dangling, and I’m probably whistling in harmony with the wind through the branches. What do I see when I look down at my… Continue reading

  • Sweet Muse

    Come to me, sweet muse. Float into my heart and wake me from sleep. Light the fire within and shine me on my way for a thousand lifetimes. I see you, sweet muse, for what you are to me. A million… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 8. Darling Darling Music

    If words are the darling of my mind, then music is the darling of my soul. Today I remembered it. Just today. When I sat at the piano and sang my soul into the moment all around me. What darling… Continue reading

  • The Wonder of the Muse

    It’s the cool rush of fire shooting down the limbs, filling up the head, the heart, the page. The spirit. The muse, some people call it. But what’s in a name? said the muse, to the writer who sat his desk once upon… Continue reading