Tell me Angel why am I here,
Tell me now, does my time draw so near?
Speak to me Angel there is nothing I fear.

As I sit here next you I ponder my fate,
I muse at your silence before it’s to late.

Tell me Angel why am I here,
Tell me now, does my time draw so near?
Speak to me Angel there is nothing I fear.

You stand there so silent it hard to relate,
So I sit here and talk while I ponder my fate.

My Grandma leans over, as if to conspire
“If you think that’s neat, I have something you might admire”
I slowly follow her down thought that creepy old basement decor,
Where she opens an old trunk, full of albums, photos and more.

“Let’s see, and hmm where is it?” she does seem to muse,
She made me almost feel like a spy, looking for clues,
Gentle hands shake as she pulls an old velvet album from that old chest,
She flips the pages mumbling about family and how they were dressed.

When she suddenly stops and slowly turns the old album towards me,
She says ever secretive and low, “This is the one, that I want you to see”
The photo was of a small group of people, of which some faces I did know.
She whispers, “Do you know who this is? I shook my head no.

You’re Great Uncle Smith, a great Captain you see,
He was the real Captain of great ship that was lost out at sea.
I was shocked and amazed, and could not utter a word,
Is this real? Did I really hear what I heard?

He gives you this place,
For you to embrace.
To let your emotions show
With the gifts you bestow.

This man who has earned our regard,
On this place he has worked very hard.
So please join me in my call,
“Kevin is the muse for us all”

Don’t push to hard for the emotion to show,
For pushing to hard would make me a foe.
I sit and watch as the world goes up then goes down,
When all I want is smiles but I see another frown.

I catch another glimpse of a emotion or two,
I give you a hug which might help give you clue.
Searching for clues is not all that I do,
I teach what I can to the student that’s new.

Of course you will find many hats that I wear,
Being a judge is hardest for me I can swear.
I’m also a cop to protect you through time,
Also a maid to clean up that old grime.

Doctor and Lawyer I can be when you need,
Can also be a muse that planted that seed.
With all of my jobs in this world I do hold,
a Mystery now I would like to unfold.