The muse whispers quietly in my ear	
Just loud enough to hear quite clear	
I know she will not leave me	
Being persistent and not setting me free	
	
She continues this way	
Not leaving having her say	
Until I am left with no choice	
Choosing the words that give me my voice	
	
Do you hear it too	
Pleading to complete your project through	
Whether to guide each of your brush strokes	
Drawing you in as it is no hoax
	
To carve something in your mind pictured so clear	
Out of wood stone or metal 	each finished with flourish so dear
For your Muse is never far
Sitting on your shoulder as a bright twinkling star. 
	
© Paul Warren Poetry                
For your Muse is never far Sitting on your shoulder as a bright twinkling star. ~ yes, it's true; but we deny it because of lacking power to get/seize it by heart; great to read, congrats for being selected the poem as POD
2) Heartiest of Conrats, Paul on POD! I really enjoyed this amazing poem!
Paul, you have done a truly admirable job in honoring Muse. So many of us forget, or are incognizant of, the fact that all of our creativity comes from the universe. We are simply tapping into that miraculous source.
A sweet poem.Muses are always sweet for Nature is directly musing to the poet! To share it is really impossible. Still the attempt is always welcome! Congrats poet! .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Wonderful my comrade