NIGHT MUSE
They dance on moon beams in the night sky
Ride on the wings of eagles as they fly
Sparkle in the tear of a mother’s eye
Catch a raindrop as it passes bye
They see through the eyes of the blind
Discover mysteries for others to find
Leave hope like breadcrumbs left behind
And make coffee out of the daily grind
They give expression in notes and lines
Creating the score for our life and times
Freeing imaginations from the tie that binds
Harvest diamonds out of the mines
They start inside a mother’s womb
They follow us from birth to tomb
Tempting us with their majestic plume
To follow them in to secret rooms
Without them, there would be no sound
No sight, no colors to be found
They are what makes the world go round
And lift us from the surly ground