Who is the Muse? What does she do? And does she come of her own accord or can she be called?
Sometimes I think I catch her voice in the music, or see her smile between the lines in a book. She is almost always there, whether I feel good or bad.
The muse gives inspiration and helps me find it in everything - in nature, songs, drawings, sunny day... I am happy when she is there, and so empty when she is not.