Love thy not oh what muse arouse you,
But love how our melody comforts you.
Like all birds that chirp and love,
Yet not the heart be forsaken as the dove.

Muse come to us and play with melody,
Let the winds touch our song
And dance as we go aroused in hymnody,
Let thy music as our comfort by throng.

Oh music come to my ears,
As I felt asleep unto my bed.
Buy may not the muse be ended
As years passed on and yearly that follow.

Soon my story begins to fold
And may this story came to its end.
I have lived a long life without folding
Any pages that came misery with no bitter end.

And even if all my joyfullness comes to waste,
At least I have also knew that my talent
Was not any tragedy of any haste.
For in time, someone will be great.
© The Book owl