Muse

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Lyrics:

Watercolor rainbows,
see the way they play
across your face and neck
and hands and lips.
Eyes like winter music,
voice like summer day,
skin like morning,
soft beneath my fingertips.



I am powerless to refuse
my heart, my art, my lover, my muse.



I should like to paint you
on the pages of my eyes:
with careful lines and
pools of gold and blue.
I should like to sing you

that the stars might harmonize,
let music spin
like wind, as if on cue.


Are you truth or beautiful ruse?
My heart, my art, my lover, my muse.



You inspire my desire,
you create each anticipation.
Draw from me wells of poetry.


How unbearably true:
It's all from you.
It's all for you.



Candlelit companions
whisper in the glow.
You are there in every
secret breath.
You're my every vision,

in every seed I sow.
I'll not escape, through
heartbreak, nor by death.


A more perplexing, perfect lover I could never choose.
My untouched, unattainable muse.





As performed by the glorious Jennifer Witt at the Girls Night Out Cabaret!