A Muse

9 Muses were the foundation
But she was the key
They fit together like a lock
Holding life intricately

One sister played the flute
She played it like a storm
This was a young star
That was soon to be born

She birthed her love from her heart to her fingers
Hitting every key
With rhythm and symbols

They say the flute is the instrument of the wind
Her song danced within
Beating through her chest
She knew she was a Creatress

And he knew it too
That's what drawn him to you
So amused
That you're always in tune

Speaking a universal language
Music
And love
God's creation through you

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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