Who am I when the
muse to my music is gone?
What do I do when I
strain to hear your voice—
soothing as the rushing
calmness of a waterfall.
It’s all I want to hear all day
and all night long,
It’s you I want to speak with every
painful second that passes by.
You, my muse,
are the only music my soul
Wishes for.
Mirabelle Morah
