Inspo
I see it in the stage lights
It is in the strains of the tuning orchestra
It is in the scuff marks of character shoes
It is in the dog-eared, battle worn, script
Highlighted to hell and back
I see it in the back corner of the library
The hunchback, the boy wizard, the countess,
The convict who broke a window
the man who hears the heartbeat
Who reveal themselves page by page
I hear it in my car, on the way home from school
The primadonna rise and fall of the aria
The unabashed agression of a snarling guitar
The swirling color palette of a remembered dream
The remembered escapades of a man who fell to earth
I find what I need most is inspiration
From those who can talk to me even though they may be dead
The Hugo who uses so many words to express the succinct truth
The Miranda who rewrites my history book, the words leaping at me with life
Because all good stories have the power to inspire, and good stories never die