Hello friends! Has it ever occurred that you love to create and that creativity just doesn't come to you? OR you have a favourite band/ musician and you are waiting for them to release a song and you wait and wait? But isn't it also true that the adventure is in the wait and the chase? Life's destinations are the same, its the journey that is the challenge. Well here is a poem on the Muse! Enjoy!
Waiting for the Music
Is it that the flowers speak to the bees?
Or the leaves whisper to the trees?
And the shimmering dark ponds, gaze at Venus at night?
And when shall the moon shine out that light?
As we wait for the whistling winds to blow,
In the distance the fireflies glow,
When will we hear the music sweet, we ponder and wonder, we look, we seek?
When shall the muse strum her songs?
We have been waiting just far too long!
And thus we gaze and thus we wait,
On her door steps and near the gates,
When shall she open her bolted doors?