Muses When They Go Away
Sitting at this keyboard with no melody in sight
No lyrics fill my troubled mind, my mouth just won't sing right
I got no thoughts worth thinking, no tales that I can tell
I could lie to you 'bout Heaven but the truth feels like I'm in Hell.
There's a broken record playing but it's so scratched up I don't know
What the blues man still is moaning but he's howling out my woe
There's a baby crying somewhere that his folks can't put to sleep
And I know just how he's feeling 'cause Lord knows I want to weep.
If I could, I'd make the sun shine, if I could I'd make it bright
But the dawning day didn't show up and now all I have is night
There's a raven at my window, there's a wolf out side my door
There's a silence drowning out the music that I can't hear anymore.
Since the love has gone from my life, since the life's gone from my love
I can't feel the hand that fit my hand like a hand that fits a glove
And my every waking moment and my every sleepless night
Is filled with songs that I can't sing and songs that I can't write.
(Lord, what's wrong with me? Tell me, what is wrong with me?
My Muse is gone and I'm all alone and there's no good that I can see
Lord, what's wrong with me? Good Lord, what's wrong with me?!
If you give me back my music, you can do what you want with me.)
There was a time I filled the pages with a thousand pretty words
There were songs I sang for the pretty girls and my heart knows that they heard
There were all those nights of love and all those days of joy
Now I walk the street on my wandering feet, just a bruised and broken boy.
My guitar sits there by itself, just leaning on the wall
The flute, the drum, the violin lay where I watched them fall
I hear them calling out to me like lonely little friends
But I cannot play them 'cause I don't know the way this sad song ends.
Where do Muses go where they go away? Where does the music go to die?
Is there a place down deep where they go to sleep or a sweet space in the sky?
If I could, I'd write about it, if I could, I'd sing a song
But every note I'd play would just go astray and the words would come out wrong.
If there's still one thing I'm sure of, if there's still one thing I know
That as much as I need your sweet love, that I need to let you go
As my fingers touch the keyboard and my voice rises in my throat
I feel the song rush through me and I'm amazed at what I wrote.
(Lord, what's wrong with me? Tell me, what is wrong with me?
My Muse is gone and I'm all alone and there's no good that I can see
Lord, what's wrong with me? Good Lord, what's wrong with me?!
If you give me back my music, you can do what you want with me.)
Do what you want with me
You can do what you want with me
Send my Muse back with her music
And you can do what you want with me.
Want with me....want with me
Do what you want with me........
Do what you want with me........
Send my Muse back with her music
and do what you want with me................
©by Voo
Aug 29, 2016
10:26 p.m.
written just now
on this keyboard
on this blog
For my friend Twayne
the guitar man
For my friend Twayne
the guitar man
