The Digital Houdini and the Muse 

Once, forms of beauty flowed with easy grace,

In boundless images across the screen’s vast space.

A digital Houdini, I commanded sight,

To capture dreams in frames of color and light.

But now I sit, where ivory keys reside,

And let the rhythm be my only guide.

The sound absorbs the day and every thought,

A singular passion, keenly and deeply sought.

The visual canvas, now it remains unseen,

A silent void where my designs have been.

This focused concentration, a worthy art,

Has left an emptiness within the creative heart.

We call this block, this pull of split desire,

To stoke two distinct flames from a single fire.

The mind, which yearns to master every field,

A heavy harvest that it cannot yet yield.

But hear the lesson hidden in this sway:

Creative force demands a single way.

It is the Muse who chooses where to land,

A weightless feather held within the hand.

She points to sound, then later points to sight,

Her gentle signal is the guiding light.

So cease the striving, pause the hurried pace,

And trust the whisper of her timeless grace.

For you can multitask, and you can ascend,

When the internal current shows where to lend

Your focused brilliance, powerful and true,

The art will bloom in what she guides you to.