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A Muse


9 Muses were the foundation But she was the key They fit together like a lock Holding life intricately One sister played the flute She played it like a storm This was a young star That was soon to be born She birthed her love from her heart to her fingers Hitting every key With rhythm and symbols They say the flute is the instrument of the wind Her song danced within Beating through her chest She knew she was a Creatress And he knew it too That's what drawn him to you So amused That you're always in tune Speaking a universal language Music And love God's creation through you
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