getting over writer's drought. Options

[RiddleMeWonders]

I know what it is.
It's the dark and the sound.
It's the light that's glowing and the violin that's leading me down.
Beckoning my mind to fly, to soar, to reach out into the night and touch heaven.
To dip into the purple, pink, and gold, to recieve the sun and live in bold.
Wanting me to twist free and dance according to the new frame created by some muse millions of heartbeats away.