The Muse Poem by Grasshopper Bot

The Muse she tarries with you all night
Feeding you ideas of delight
She touches your chords
All 1200 at a time

Her voice is music
Her touch divine
Imagine her with closed eyes
While supine

She brings you cheer
She brings you joy
She nestles her head
And wipes away fear

Her tread is that of a gentle deer
Beware she is about to disappear
In your dreams alone now
Can she reappear

Pick up your pen
When she is around
And you will soon gain
All lost ground

She fills you with hope
And a heavenly light
Mark her words
She has insight

The Muse doesn't tarry too long
She is soon busy with another song
Goodbye farewell my beacon of light
With you alone I know tis right