Highs and lows
that cascade in shimmering tones
seek to replicate
ecstasies unknown.
The head is full
of uncut gemstones
awaiting the blade
of creativity honed.
Will they succeed
in tripping from my mind
twisting and turning
sent out for others to find.
The notes in my head
they ring so true,
but setting them down
is part of paying my dues.
So my muse continues to whisper
knowing that I hear
only stopping
when I create without fear.
Our lives intertwined,
our feeling sublime.
