Write

I work best in the dead of night,
when silence amplifies each sound,
when my vision’s blurring half to grey
and my mind connects to a sacred place.

If I play one song on repeat
for about a half an hour,
afterwards, I find the truth
comes quickly spilling out.

I work best by myself
with just paper and a pen.
Interruption ruin me
there’s no “begin again.”