I never know how
The song writes itself
I never know how
The book writes itself
I sit by myself 
And I feel I ought to write
I get up and grab my guitar
And the most beautiful little piece comes my way 
Through my hands 
Untouched 
Divine
Pure
Effort is not a word I’d use
Floating perhaps
Stepping aside
Surrendering
Bathing in bliss 
The work works alone
And in that divine moment
I feel I am the work
A window
I obey