Advice to those whom she favors

To the faceless throng goes the Muse's ideology.

To mind, to pen, to tree, Her whispering words go.

Her beats, rythems, time crescendo into aspiration

Though notes be absent, Her tune sticks in mind ever so.

Oh dear doubting pen, Oh Thomas

Search not for the healers wounds

Oh trusted yet doubting, shaking pen

Learn to listen to the Muse.

This muse through pen can move the world

For as through others she has done.

Her powerful, terrifying, beautiful mind

Should cause you to rhyme, not run.

Dear Muse's Friend of doubting pen,

Take pride in the blessed curse

Daring to interpret the unfathomable

for putting Her thoughts, so raw, to words.

And if the faceless throng reject Her ringing thoughts as truth 

Go back, listen further to the ever thinking whispering Muse.