Where are you, Oh Muse?
Then you fade into darkness.
You come when not called,
And reside in enigmatic places.
You have given me more than I could ever repay.
Please accept my gratitude.
You provide me influence.
Impetus and infrastucture are intelligentsia.
A channel, a guide, a light.
The marriage of my effort and your ease.
You are always welcome.
And if you’re ever unsure about coming around, I say, come ahead anyway.
The door is always open.