Muse

Sitting in empty silence,
Words not necessary
To fill the void.

Eyes speaking louder
Than either actions or words
Ever could.

Tears and laughs
And endless photographs…
A smile, a glance,
Almost enter into a trance.

And then
Scraps of scrunched up paper
With ideas barely formed
Yet already discounted
Left to rot in some forgotten corner,
Whilst the mind
Furiously makes up for lost time.