The raging flame of inspiration burns bright briefly in the night,
singing all songs and telling all tales in a cacophony of white noise.
Discerned only by the seeker navigating an ocean of possibility,
alone in their endeavor the abyss is braved for the purpose of creation.
Every avenue of self-expression equally valid and each work
improving upon and transcending the being that forged it.
A sacred role of souls serving as a beacon for the future,
one by one designing the crescendo until the symphony
is concluded, and the audience prepares itself for an encore.