Caged in the fears and sorrows of our own making
But the night can never last forever
For her eyes are the light of the coming dawn
Clouds thick in our mind, winter’s bight all around
But the flowers of spring still bloom in our heart
For her smile is the warmth of our life
Dreams of yesterdays and tomorrows, of hopes and desires
But the waking world is where we want to be
For paradise is found when her laughter is in the air
An artist insanity brought on by perfection unexpressed
But she is in every song, painting and sculpture
For hers is the beauty at the heart of every masterpiece
To love, to want, and then she is gone
But the happiness she inspired remains
For that is the gift the Muse leaves behind