A visit from Euterpe

Muses come and go for most. The lucky few are able to entice them to stay around.

Lately Euterpe, who has been my muse from birth - according to my dear father, has decided to revisit.

Now legend has it (well this is MY legend)that I was born singing. As far back as I can remember I have heard music. Not on a radio, or a record player but in my head.

It may well be that I trilled out a little tune when I slide down the chute of delivery, after all who wouldn't rejoice at being freed from the confines?

All I know is, there is ALWAYS a tune of some sort in my head and sometimes, if they don't already belong to someone else, I can even write them down.

The most likely place for me to 'find' a new tune is in someone else's writings. My own words hold little in the way of music for me. I don't know why, that's just the way it is.

But give me a nice bit of poetry and the words start dancing in my head, jotting the notes down as my eyes skim over them on the page.


These notes will stay stuck there until I either get them written down, or they die from lack of attention.

I mourn the notes lost, dissipated into the mist of my mind.

I rejoice in the notes I am able to save to paper, or these days, to computer.

I thank you muse, for coming back to me!