The difference between
Muse and
Mute
Is just one letter 
Check it

If you change the one that waves 
Into
One that creates 
Intersection

Suggesting lanes 
Who goes, who stays 
Right of ways
Different message 

When I think of muse 
Inspired comes to mind
But if I switch up one digit 

Silence implied
Is the absence of sound required to produce?

Look around everybody on…
What would Beyonce say?

Conversations don’t flow anymore
They get interjected 
Left-field comments unexpected 

Stopping
The train of thought 
A lotta t’s there
But to be fair
A one-track mind really won’t get you anywhere

From a to b, maybe 
The straight line the quickest to the next destination 

But the s-curve is wavy baby
Seductive even
Are all constructs constructed even?

Like life
Ebbs become flows and return to ebbs
Peaks seamlessly change places 
With valleys 
Only to summit again

I think I’m on to something, kin
Listen

I get the purpose of stillness
And being quiet to hear the divine 
Cuz if one is always screaming and shouting
Two s’s 
You might miss the blessings 
More s’s 

I question
Would I rather let my pen stride so smoothly 
Across sheets
Surfing the tides
Riding the undulations of life?

Or make one stroke and lift it
To begin again
Up to down
Lift
Left to right 
Star-crossed t’s next to dotted eyes

It’s still hard for me to pinpoint 
The exact time
When day
Becomes night 

I’ve created crosshairs to improve my sight 
My aim 

To stay in flow, in rhythm
To be constantly inspired 
To write!
To paint!
And sing! 
I don’t care if it’s the blues 
I want to SING!

But I don’t know what to do
When my muse
Becomes mute.