Inspiration strikes

Quietly contemplative the process is begun 
Music plays to inspire as a rule of thumb
Strangely depression enables the words
To flood out like musical chords 
Cant fathom the logic or why fors
Just aware that any discourse
Is a cue in my head to fix resource 
To avoid later over thinking remorse 
The beat,rythme sets my brain to go
Through my fingers again that flow
Cant type quick enough like a drug
No longer are shoulders shrug.