You are my muse

Sweet music to my ears

Bringing vivid images to my mind

Yet you frighten me.

Truth is spoken deep in your words

Only some can hear it

It's haunting way of effecting you

Changing you in a different way.

It exposes wounds or laughter to you

Make the pain real so you must face it

Making love embrace you, to comfort you

You have something no one can run from.

Some may call it creative

A art you have learned and now create

I call it pure, sweet truth

A knife that cuts down into your bones.

For I can run and hide

Beg or make lies to shield myself from it

Yet in the end I will have to face the fact

You are my muse and I hear you.

Forever and always.