rainforever
What comes to mind when I think of that word? Strangely, I'd have to say it's that book I read when I was a child - The Indian In The Cupboard. I don't remember exactly what it was all about but I do remember that it wasn't the cupboard that magically brought the Indian to life, it was the key. Any lock that the key fit in to aided the transformation of a little plastic figurine in to a little, fully alive, person.
I don't really know what my muse is. Some people say it's their significant other... that seems a bit silly to me. I guess it changes every time I sit down to write a song. Sometimes it's a person, a feeling... or sometimes I just see it when I look out the window.