Voice of a Muse
It dances on the air
and reaches my ears,
Gently flows through my mind
down into my tired heart.
The melody, it seems, warms
its weary surroundings with hope.
It bubbles up again,
Through my lungs it travels
Turning to sound.
A release of joy,
of pain,
of inspiration.
A path to a new day
set out before me in song.
With new motivation to continue my journey
Its words heal me,
harmonies draw me close,
and meaning renews my purpose.
With this music,
I move forward.
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