Slave For My Muse
Who’s in control here?
Well we both know…you are.
I give up my sleep, start my day
without even a cup of coffee.
Only for you, do I do the things I do.
You tell me you want music,
and I am expected to produce it.
Give me a chance to learn how,
I make a losing plea for time
but you want it now..
or better yesterday.
I am burning the midnight oil,
to learn to line up those loops
sweating in my Garage Band…
until I get it right.
I wait, holding my breath as you listen,
but even though you never say a word,
your smile tells me you’re pleased.
I sway along side to side,
like an elephant caravan
Now we’re going somewhere.
You want me to make a new world,
rolling up my sleeves,
I give it my best.
New poem now, even though the world
is just starting to take solid form,
You feel a new poem,
maybe dedicated to you.
might just be the thing for this moment.
Well I am grateful for the pretty music
you found for me.
Putting it on a loop, I write and write.
“Yes Mistress, I’m working on it”
After all, I live to serve you.”
August 7, 2022