The Muse

Intense raw emotion gripped the souls of few tonight;
Awash in a massive explosion of creativity until mornings light;
Some will look sideways, shaking their heads with disbelief;
Some will look on longingly waiting for their turn and relief;
The one's who were the chosen connected with the night;
The one's who were the chosen shake it off in the morning light;
Entwined in the arms of their lover exploring that other place;
Feel the energy channel, from another time and another space;
When the last stanza plays, the music comes to an end;
They drop what they are doing, step back to see how it blends;
Colors lay before you, on you and within;
Another night with her has come to an end;
Don your clothes and mask and run into the day;
When you come back later she will be begging you to play.