To Forget A Muse
It there, inside me somewhere
Standing silently, waiting for a moment to free itself
From the shadows I cast around it,
Counting the minutes like a metronome
Until I break open my chest
Like a box of chocolates
It's there, inside me
Wondering why I ever locked it away,
Crying to me so loudly
That I'm forced to question why
Or how
I could do this to myself.
In every face around me,
Every smile looks so different.
Every pair of eyes sparkle,
And every person shines so bright
That they could be my own personal sun.
In the warmth of these thousand stars,
I recognize myself.
In the light,
The shadows melt away.
In the life,
The metronome is drowned
In the glory of music.
And all of a sudden,
I feel myself shine.
And I smile.
