Was it rehearsing music in the day
That set afire the music in my mind,
Or was it the great concert in LA
That left enduring vestiges behind?

While Handel haunts my projects yet undone
And Johnny Cash accompanies my rise
In elevators, what would be the fun
Of contradicting all that it implies:

Two types of music, one that soothes and sends
The mind to calmer states, and one whose strains
Inspires new enterprises and depends
On time and space the vision to sustain.

I dare not limit inspiration’s scope.
All I can do is write it down and hope.