Her eyes lit up like
dusted off patent leather shoes
when I began to play
In conversation earlier
she revealed her heartbreaks
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.