Words and music seem to flow as though the river Styx is over flowing…
Could any muse be so powerful as to change ones very essence?
Could fear of losing this feeling be any greater…
Everyone who dares tempt creativity has faced fear; the fear of failing and the fear of succeeding.
If silence is golden then I choose not to be a wealthy man…
To hear a voice, to feel music to be reassured that all is real and the future
Is as beautiful as its vision…
Tonight as I lay to sleep the muses will continue to sing, I have no doubt I have found Calliope
But has Calliope found me… will the muse of muses gift me with a voice;
In my hands, in my heart and in my very soul…
I can not fight to win what I want most; I have no power over what I need most,
I have only love … I fear, is it enough….
So little to offer for such a wonderful future….
