Make Me

Make me your muse. Make me art. Draw me, capture me, photograph me, paint me, paint on me, paint a song inspired by the things we laughed about. Decorate me and bring your visionary dreams from inside to outside.

Save me from everyday. Five day weekends end in a sleepless night and a return to work and computers, paperwork, spreadsheets, phone calls but…

My brain pulses, my heart only wants this one thing, to fill your soul by becoming your creation.

Have we met? Did we meet in a Facebook group or in Doe Bay are you a singer, a songwriter, a painter or do your brushstrokes consist of keystrokes and words? Where are you? Are you waiting for me?

There is beauty all around me, and I don’t want to watch it, I don’t want to pass it, I try to create it but I want to BE it, I want to drown in it… NO I won’t drown but begin to breathe it through gills hungry for those things that light souls on fire.

Please, make me overtake me envelop me in the velvet smoothness of your oeuvre enmesh my body in your body of work.

Push me, pull me, sculpt me, as I inhale the musk of wild-eyed foundation, formation, the genesis of the things that words can’t capture. Collaboration, imagination, feed my soul to your soul let them meet and meld and burn and fuse be my muse.