She is blind
and deaf,
my Muse.
She does not speak to me
but through me.

Her milky white eyes
seem to be forever roaming
and visualize ideas
that even my keen
minds eye
can never see.

She eschews words of light
to break up the
shadowy darkness
that cloud my thoughts
and through them

I create,
with illusion.

Can you feel his words?
Does her music collapse you?