Lyrics
Verse 1:
In the quiet corner of a crowded mind,
Lies a secret place, not easy to find.
Through the noise, a gentle whisper calls,
Drawing out the dreams that the heart enthralls.
Chorus:
Whispering muse, in the silence you dance,
Spinning tales of chance in a trance.
Guide my hand, across the stark white page,
Help me pen the wisdom of the sage.
Verse 2:
Under starlit skies and the moon’s soft glow,
Ideas blossom, set my world aglow.
Every thought a seed, in fertile ground,
Where words are flowers, profound and sound.
Chorus:
Whispering muse, in the silence you dance,
Spinning tales of chance in a trance.
Guide my hand, across the stark white page,
Help me pen the wisdom of the sage.
Bridge:
From the echoes of ancient, whispered lore,
To the vibrant visions of what’s in store.
You weave the threads of the unseen dreams,
In the loom of mind, where the future gleams.
Verse 3:
Now the ink flows free, as rivers to sea,
Crafting new worlds for the eye to see.
In each line, a part of me resides,
A tribute to the muse that in me, abides.
Outro:
So here’s to the muse, my unseen guide,
Through the storms of doubt, always at my side.
In the canvas of night or the dawn’s new light,
Your whispers fill me with the will to write.
In the canvas of night or the dawn’s new light,
Your whispers fill me with the will to write.
Verse 4:
In whispers soft, secrets shared and spun,
A dance of words, as day is done.
Muse, your voice, a gentle, guiding light,
Through realms of shadow, into the night.
Chorus:
Whispering muse, in the silence you dance,
Guide my hand, tell the tale of chance.
Outro:
Here's to the muse, whispering clear,
In quiet moments, ever near.
In the hush of twilight, your echoes I trace,
Finding solace in our sacred creative space.
Outro:
Here's to the muse, whispering clear,
In quiet moments, ever near.
In the hush of twilight, your echoes I trace,
Finding solace in our sacred creative space.
