Locate the flow

Somewhere deep within,
lays the flow.

Like plucking of guitar strings,
smooth as butter,
two beats per second
from the lost musician.

The continuity
of the bow grazing a violin
pours from someone's hands
as they locate the beast
that constantly yearns for release
and finds its escape in E-Minor.

Equal to the heart felt belting
of the singer who truly "let's go"
or the painter
whose brush is possessed
with grace and purpose beyond thought.

A writer wanders through the day,
bursting with images
that beg to immerge on paper
faster than the hand can write.

Locate the flow.