How is singing so different
from any other art
all can be so nolgistic
if you pry each verse apart
maybe there's just a bit
of magic in the brew

coughing on the fairy dust,
I take up my favorite pen
but, freezing, as like many others
I have no idea, on where to begin

my version of a thinking cap
just held my brain too tight
and all magic seemed to waver
as the clock struck past midnight

all muses turned to leave me
as the heartless graces do
but motivation rouse to wake me
as I began to write of you.