Words play in my head,
Like fingers playing on a piano.
Temptation feeds my soul,
As I stare at the blank page in front of me.

Inspiration is what it's called,
when your hand twitches,
when your mind is bustling with words,
and when creativity strikes and holds on tight.

My finger caresses the cold keyboard,
the smooth keys bringing a feeling-
Euphoria?
Nostalgia?
Inspiration!

How I itch to see the words pouring,
pouring onto...