Muse

I had a little idea, a little ruse.
It was small, but slowly, surely it grew.
More a muse than even you,
Could ever expect from them my friend.

Bubble burst above my head,
Picture quilted touched and scent.
Little ruse amuse my friend,
Eclipse my mind and slowly send.

Across the eons and digitized,
Electron volts, colliders crys.
Bubble burst below the ground,
Event Horizon, bosons found