To a nameless Muse

​You’re ever the Muse
     Of my soul’s last late rebirth.
Just as you are, friend,
     You will ever inspire me,
     Rock in a free mountain stream.

When you are most you,
     Musing in the heart of God,
Then you most delight--
     Not because you’re what I want,
     Because you are true to you.

How could I hear you,
     Hear you singing your songs, Muse,
If you sang my songs?
     Dancing to your own sweet tunes
     I take delight in your joy. 

Your name escapes me,
     If I ever knew your name.
I do know this well:
     You fly by your own light wings
     Catching heavenly breezes.  


27 January 2020   Mozart’s birthday