Her eyes lit up like
dusted off patent leather shoes
when I began to play
the blues.
In conversation earlier
she revealed her heartbreaks
disappointments, said
the blues soothe her soul
rejuvenate her spirit from being dead.
As my fingers lightly caressed
six delicate strings again
I imagined touching her skin
then suddenly realized
she had become my muse.
Uninterrupted I pondered
how situations become contentment
like secrets never revealed
my heart continued to flutter still
embracing each moment.
As I adjusted my cheap sunglasses
I noticed a tear slowly
stream down her left cheek
knowing it was nearest her heart
which had been ravaged years ago.
Again her eyes lit up
like a puppy getting a new toy
as I fought emotions swelling
wondering where this might be heading
I guess, with a muse, no telling.

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