A beautiful museWhispers words into the night time air.The syllables vibrate into my eardrum.An electric current rushes to my brain.An idea!My heartbeat increases.I must write!This beautiful muse has chosen me as her mediumAnd now I must take these syllables, form these words, craft this pieceOf unimaginable beautiful for the world to see.Who will bring lyrical words, deep feels, if not I?Who will unmask a new perspective, if not me?This creative muse picks very few to do her biddingSo how could I ever refuse?