Here I sit br Musing on the Muse br Oh glorious Muse br Muse-ic to my ears! br From whence comes thy chariot of golden fire br To dazzle with brilliance my feeble wit? br What a pity little brain have I br Sitting like a dunce in the dark corner of the room. br Teach me, spirit, spare not thy en-lightening rod br Awaken the sleeping synapse and obstructed neuron that cannot complete br A sentence, a nuance, a rhyme. br I’ll write thy name on the blackboard of the sky br Fifty thousand times and more br If only, but only, you might reveal that name br Sacred, unspoken, mysterious br Name br And whisper it softly, oh so softly br In my ear...