THOUGHTS OF THE WIND

I'm looking for inspiration
To see just where this song will go
Perhaps you'll hear its debut
On airwaves of the radio.

I feel like a celebration
So I begin to write a song
To see if I can match its words
With a melody that belongs.

In the middle of creation
Ideas can swirl like the wind
Some blown away before their time
Others grow to words as they spin.

And as the words flow into rhyme
And tempo is set to its beat
The rhythm's singing through my hands
As the dance starts within my feet.

Chorus
The thoughts of the wind
Penetrate my skin
Creating within
How music begins.


Within that sacred space of dance 
Lies the birth of its creation
Where lyrics sing the melody
With their innocent elation.

I'm looking for inspiration
But I don't know where to begin
Perhaps I should open up my ears
And listen to thoughts of the wind.