I sit with the blank paper before me,
The words still to come.
And then it happens,
This sound pervades my mind,
Each note slowly meandering into another.
The words flow onto the page
As the music slowly travels through the ether,
Each note so perfect,
And in harmony with each other.
The music ends and silence fall,
And there on the paper
Sit these words,
Written by the music,
The music that flowed through my mind.