Large wings brush against cool metal,

Bright eyes scan an array of colors.

Simple. Basic. And most of all, dull.

 

A heavy sigh and a longing glance,

A muse with no muse.

The glint of a halo, flowing garbs.

Rows and rows of silence

Empty signs and blank cans

 

Silly and selfish

Sad and stale.

Long lashes flutter and

Delicate hands trace.

 

What colors, what muse

Soft brushes and blank canvases.

Blurred faces, monochrome world

What muse

 

Heavy, so heavy

Bare feet drag along cement floors and

golden hair curls along a creased face,

Light shines but the song stays mute.

May I help you

 

Exit signs flash but we’re trapped,

Thank you for coming,

A sale for a soul.

Find my colors,

What muse

 

Solemn songs drift down the aisle

Register’s ding and customers sing,

A celestial being come to buy muse.

What muse

A feather is paint,

Have a good day.

 

Maybe another era, hues merge

Out of stock, come again.

Wings shift, another time

What muse