Songs
Fall down your throat.
Lodge in your heart.
The good ones
Swim in your blood,
Fall out your mouth,
Fall out your hands.
They stir the soup
That is your mind.
They slice into your tongue,
Into your fingers.
They cut the paper,
You use,
To tell your tales.
And somehow,
You don't mind.

When you hear a great song and then write a poem about inspirational music and songs that make you want to write.

...the song in question is Willow Tree March by The Paper Kites, by the way. XD