High in the sky, either behind the clouds or within them live muses. They dance and sing, and do everything to make their beloved feel good on the Earth. Specifically, they deliver them hope and faith, love and inspiration; they manage to fill the lives of their loved ones with meaningful content.
This is not my idea. People invented it long before I was born. Maybe this is how they lived, poor fellows.
My muse doesn’t live in clouds. She lives with me in my house and sleeps with me in the same bed. We have transformed the obsolete theory of muses. We brought them down to earth and married them. We live and create in one space. You don’t need to pray for a long time and call her. Now she is always there.
This means that I always have a great mood, am hungry for love and inspiration.
Living with the muse is wonderful.