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
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