"A Muse" - written 21/02/08

For Maria

Over the night,
and Out of sight,
A whispering cry,
A besotted goodbye,
She's left to serve others,
Her sisters and brothers.

Thinks of herself last,
After all other cast
Have left with her word
To the stage, to be heard.
Only when she's alone
Will she script her own,

Yet ever more come on crutch,
Seeking her touch,
Their Creativity spent,
They think her heavenly sent,
Though in her mind she fell,Was not sent, into hell.