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From a journal entry:

I feel almost as if I'm floating. There are times when the music I write flows through my entire spirit from my hands. I wish I could have constant companionship of that muse which sometimes favors me with its magic. It is then the spirit moves me totears, and I write beautiful music. And I cry. Because I know as soon as I remove my hands from the piano, and once the notes are played, that I will never remember the tunes again. They return to the muse on their spirit wings. And I sit and marvel at the magic of the world.

This is the mood I'm in now.That magic and solitary feeling of contentment that encourages you to write poetry or make love...