It can happen to you,
It can happen to us.
The artist can stand before the canvas
But the strokes do not come.
The composer can sit before the manuscript
But the notes just will not form.
The poet can have a blank sheet on the desk
But the words cannot be written.
This lack will not last,
The muse will return.
All you need to remember
Is that the Artist,
Or the Composer,
Or the Poet,
That is within you,
That is within us,
Will never die.