Well it's a feeling that you can't describe. It's like what inspires a beaver to build a dam or what inspires a rooster to crow. It's a compelling feeling within me that summons my pen to write and forces these words out of me. It's more of an effervescence or a necessity other than a want. It's a burning desire of passion that starts to boil within me ever so often and the spoken word or a song is what's left in the aftermath.
(But then again, hell who knows maybe it's just sexual frustration.)