The artist seeks,

The muse reciprocates.

The artist is on a wayward journey,

Of fascination, and of fantasy,

The muse simply has to be.

Something that stirs, the artist seeks,

The lying mass underneath

And the muse, simply by means of being,

Bestows upon the artist,

That quality, that framework,

That welcome respite,

That the artist seeks.

And thus, by doing none other than being,

The muse reciprocates.