the muses
The author of this is unknown to me but it describes the male muse so exquisitely....
'But the male Muses are quite different.
They like their anonymity, I suppose.
It gives them room to work their magic.
Solitary creatures, attractive, comfortable
—not stunning.
They like to hang out in beautiful places,
Canyons, mountaintops, waterfalls
—that sort of thing,
on days when the weather is perfect.
They want you looking at the scenery.
They're waiting for you there.
They don't do longing. They don't do emptiness.
They come to you at those moments
when the colors are just too bright,
when the crashing water is so loud you
can't hear your own laughter.
They come to you when all your words,
all your gestures,
all the things that you do, that people like you do,
are not enough.
To smile, to say, "Hey, that's good"
Would be a desecration.
The male Muses are about fullness.
You'll know they have come
when you are about to explode from your fullness.
When you have to sing, you have to dance,
you have to do something that you (or people like you) couldn't possibly do.
Then you'll know them.'