If you were a trumpet,
I’d have to be Louis,
lets say Liberace,
or even Elton John.
or Emmit Ray,
perhaps if I might be so bold Emmit Brown or was it Ray,
nonetheless I’m sure this picture has been painted.
Like all those greats and all in between you called out to me from across the universe
and I had no choice but to listen –
So with my lips abuzz I will blow,
with my fingers I will pluck or tickle,
for you truly are the instrument of all my dreams
from which the most beautiful sounds of creativity flow.
You are my MUSE!