The spark of inspiration

You write,
And it's a reflection of your souls mood.
In you takes flight,
It may be happy, lustful, angry or even rude.
You kindle it's spark,
And make it into a flame,
And then you hear it, "Oh hark!"
You can hear your, and it can hear you the same,
And in you it leaves it's mark.

And then all of a sudden the flame bursts!
And like a wild fire it spreads,
It burns and burns until it hurts,
And like a burning metal rode to you it bends.
Then through your chaos something is made,
And it's what fire hatches.
And the thing for it you must have it paid,
Paid for as to you it latches,
And creates in you something that cannot be tamed.

It's a dream,
Its strife,
A sun beam,
It's your life.