The Muse

All those precious years
You used to be on my side
Lighting up my senses
Teaching me how to fly

All those wasted years
You used to love the kid in me
Wiping my tears apart
And pulling up my dreams

Now the music is over
And my eyes are closed
And the sound of the rain
Has turned into a noise

You inspired all my images
And the designs of a life
Now you’re just a bunch of words
In a corner of my mind.