Tell Me, Tell Me, Tell Me!

There he stood, swaying to the music. His hips thrusting and his head slowly moving with the beat and his arms seemingly effortlessly swinging. The envy of all, yet he danced without a partner. It was as though he was unaware of all those who were admiring him. And it made him shine brightly next to those who sought the attention.

His white shirt, and the light behind him, made him appear to be an angel of some sort. The speakers, large and dark, appeared to frame his body as he danced. His hair was in a ponytail... it was rare for me to see a man with long hair that so flawlessly flowing with every move of his body.

He was a tall man. He must have been at last 6' 4''... though I have never been a good judge of height or age. His eyes seemed like those of a man who has lived his life long enough to know it, yet love it still. His face held a five o'clock shadow, but it suited his features just as well.

Who was he? A brother, a cousin, a neighbor... all of those would be a logical response I suppose. Yet this thin man seemed to be more than that. A friend is a fitting definition, but those words could never truly describe him. Another muse, yet a different kind... for a fellow writer is rarely a muse. Normally their work inspires us. Their writing might be a part of them, but it's not the same... yet this man I find unique. It is as though he might be a brother from another life. For I find that I better understand myself while speaking to him.

That is, not to say my other muses do not have the same effect, but with him it becomes easier to laugh and to make him chuckle. He claims to be a very serious person, yet he is always laughing. He claims people say he is too severe, "Take life too seriously", yet I have not truly seen that side to him. Odd. Perhaps he is the perfect audience for my mild humor.

My Apple Muse is the one I truly love. I speak to him constantly, and I can honestly tell you I love him. But this is a different muse I speak of... my Music Muse. I apparently inspire him as well. I think we thrive off helping each other grow. He grows in a different direction and I grow the other way. While I grow in my relationship with my Apple Muse, he is growing in perspectives. It's rare to find a teacher who has mastered your flaws, and rarer still to find that you can teach them what they are somewhat lacking. I am most fortunate.

I believe I have found another brother. Someone like me but who is not me. This discovery is both thrilling and frightening. I find myself questioning my own motives. Am I truly inspiring him or does he simply say it so I do not feel as though I am greedily monopolizing his time. Whatever it is, I am hooked. This inspiration has helped me with some of my better works and has also taught me to let go of control and let it happen.

What can I say? My Music Muse is an angel with wings made of speakers that only he and I enjoy... we have yet to discover a song that we do not share the same opinion on. So, for now, we share ears.