Music

It's all because of you...

from the start

to the current

spreads,

to whatever

comes next.

The sour

fig

and the

best

bread.

The honey

drips

and the

fried eggs,

it's you

all the way.

You're the reason

that they're

here.

I can't

take credit

for what

I didn't

write.

Your heart

burn the

pages

wilder

than my

ink

steps.

You're

the engine

and the fuel

to my

limitless

fumes.

The aromatics

and stabilizer

to my

incessant

perfume.

I owe it

all to you...

My Muse-ic.