Conjurer

There is never silence in this house of despair.
There is music that fills her ears with inspiration.
Her heart races with each quick pace of the music.
Her eyes widen as she listens for each beat, to become one with the sound.
She feels her hands as she continues to listen.
It is only three minutes long but the thoughts come in rapidly.
She smiles as the song begins its descent.
She continues on her path of creation.
Is it for good or ill?
No one can tell.