The wandering Muse When the past is reborn you must be careful ‘Cause it reborns som’times, fantasy of a Muse And then you’ve got to catch, with no hesitation The knowledge she gives you and let fall in your soul. And if we never know what tomorrow will be ‘Cause the future depends of much jeopardy A Muse from some lost past can tell you the whole fate Of this other yourself she haunted yesteryear Autor of a music that gives you the shiver She can whisper to you what painting depicts it Or inspire the poem that will complete this work And, like the poor device held by a divine hand We may then retranscribe the spirit of this Muse That gave you the rare gift to interpret her mind.