Jolt me, poke, and make me giggle;
Burn an illusion into my temple.
I seek inspiration, and you perform,
Fanning the flames from which stories are born
Your spark of insight, impulsively made,
Lights a fire of words which consumes the page.
Convince me, next, to go on a tangent,
To feel the thrill of life’s tragic pageant.
Dance on my table and laugh at my tears,
Tell me of secrets that no one else shares.
You challenge my shyness,
expand my mind,
Ignite my passion, and distort all time.
You will me to live and struggle and breathe,
A muse for the dreams I have yet to seize.