I do not often seek out inspiration, rather my struggle is to capture a phrase or two when inspiration strikes. Inspiration is a fickle thing, striking as it does when I am driving, or listening to my lover sleep, or otherwise doing something where I am unable to put pen to paper. Yet, when I am faced with a task or deadline I find inspiration often runs to hide.

The ticking of the clock, drip of water in the sink, the echo of a lone coyote on the wind. These are the music I set my words to when preparing a piece for performance. I also have the silly tunes, the rhymes and laughter songs that bring fun to a camp fire. These things are every bit as important to the human spirit. For these I either am putting new lyrics to existing songs, or am simply playing with the sound and rhythm of the words themselves.

It would be wrong to say that a sight or emotion never brings inspiration, but for me, there is almost always a sound that is there with the picture. A heart beat, sigh of wind, or song of bird. The sound is what stays with me as I write.