The Muse

I was wondering whence come those voices,
Which I hear playing in my head;
Melodious words that translate into handsome verses,
And cause my pen to dance with grace.

I do not know about heavenly music,
But I think I can almost imagine;
This tune I hear in my head,
Is like the songs that the angels sing.

I longed to trace the one whose voice,
Flood my head all the time;
Now at last I realized,
That medley was no one else’s, but thine.

Jack