Sometimes I Just Don't Understand Inspiration

This is so weird.

I just had a really dead day at school.

Just went through my periods,

Did my work,

And left,

The same person that I was when I

Entered.

Usually it's different.
But today was just today.

Why, then,

Right when I got home,

Was I able to do what I have been trying to do for so long now,

Just sit down at the piano and make up music?

I put my hands on the keys, and they moved themselves.

I don't understand.

I just wrote a whole song. I am so proud of myself, so amazed.

But I don't understand.

I can feel so inspired, like after the debate we had at youth last week,

Or after a particularly good math art or music class, and not be able to do anything.

I can just sit at the piano and have nothing come from it.
And then on one of the worst days ever, I can come home and make magic.

It makes no sense,

But I think I like it that way.

<3