ARRIVAL: on quitting facebook, part III
The Muses come in silence.
You must sit still and wait.
For a long time, you must sit.
They come in your grief
when the world is cracking open,
when you wake in the moonlight
and your heart is afraid.
They come in your solitude
when all your doors are closed
and even the cats are asleep.
After a long time they come,
and make music from the tears.
GladErrand 
I hope so.
I’m glad you make your music. If we all had the ability (or took the time) to make our own music, the world would be a happier place.
And you certainly make your own music! Let’s keep it up.
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