Muse of Music.

   A poem about passion.

A silent call reaches for my frame

A thread is viable and strong

Blaring through the drained

Your lug is mild but set

So much fortitude is there

My instincts now command

All is well and in sound place

Advance and near at once

The nymph of my anima awaits

For the sake of pleasure

For the sake of gods

For the sake of music

I shall be your Euterpe

You my eternal flute.

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