What does it feel like when trying to write a song?

Some days
Seem to last a million years.
And then?
Sudden ensuing calmness envelops.
Goodbye to fears
Of failure.
The jigsaw is complete.
Inspiration developed
Amongst the seriousness
Of dedication.
Concentration.
Seeking the inner creation.
Suddenly! Awaken.
Application?
In a single moment
Waves goodbye,
As faerie dusted happenstance
Comes by,
Stops,
And says ‘Hi!’
Lyrics and melody
Finally meet. Connection.
No more corrections.
They take each other’s hands
And naturally and simply
Begin to dance.
In that familiar rhythm.
Of twinned perfection.
Complete.
The dream-song has avoided
The bitterness
Of defeat.
Contentment and tears.
Spill.
No longer the clown.
But the tunesmith
Who has found
A new song.
Turned it around.
To be repeatedly played?
Does it now belong?
Oh Yes! Certainly.
For many future years?
Maybe, with fingers crossed,
And if a whispered prayer decides
To catch a ride on a wing on high.

Then….For eternity.