V - "Muse"

A pendulum swings
Timed rhythmic motion
Want verses reason
Another change of season

Your hands hold firmly
Your instrument now elevating
Echoing something like but not of love
Sounds you've heard before
comfort you, like muffled hums from the womb
Not as innocent 
But just as sweet

Pushing through to see the light
Almost there, final plight 
passion engulfs you in a fiery explosion
You'll starve the air and heal the wound
But the scars become you 

Accusations follow
Truth, exceedingly hard to swallow
You claim not to remember
But every ounce of muscle begs to forget
When you're lying alone
Running through the motions in your mind

Was it worth it? Yea, maybe.
But are you half the man
Or the better man
Or just a man
A man with a muse
A man so consumed 

Closing the door 
Covering your tracks
Pink fades to white
Emptiness filters back

All alone you strum your chord
Vibrations move
From your right thigh to somewhere
intrinsically deep inside
Hitting every note 
back in the rhythm
You’re a damn slave to that feeling