To Dance Again

Another poem about writers block

Oh how I long for your return,
to hear your music again;
to watch you dance upon the page
with each stroke of a pen.
You have connected many hearts
and reunited many souls,
but lately you've been quiet;
on hiatus I suppose.
When will you come back?
Is it something I've done?
My fingers itch to do your bidding.
Is there is no inspiration to draw from?
Have I lost you forever?
My heart aches with the thought.
Desperation has overcome me.
I’ve become so distraught.
Tell me you will return soon.
Your mystifying music
inspiring me again,
to dance the dance we love so much;
requiring only paper and pen.