Muse

She makes art while others look on in awe

Absorbed in the ink and the page as life begins to form

A face, a hand, small shadows find shape

Under the soft glow of a beer light she captures her muse

Hard edges of beard and guitar

Whisper of sound from bygone days

When art inspired art

Artist lifted artist to heights beyond star and sun

The questions linger as the air thickens

Smoke and conversation

They look on as the artist captures artist

The page plays the song long after the bard leaves the stage

The shadow becomes light and born is the joy of creation

For the joy of creation