To Be An Artist's Muse

Maybe I’m not the muse.

Maybe I’m the spark to the fuse, the ignite

To a flare or maybe I’m even the signal.

But I don’t think I’m the muse.

A muse stays in place. She is eye candy.

Something to copy. Something to steal.

Her beauty, of course so tantalizing, yet

She is still. She is very, very quiet.

I am the cause before the action.

The quiet & the storm.

I am rebirth and death all in one, because I

Hold the power of creation…

To be his muse, is to be less than myself.

Because I am no ones anything.

I am my everything.