About 8 months ago I acquired a copy of the only album I had not yet listened to by my favourite singer/songwriter, Eric Church. I listen to his music often, as I find that he is a great musical storyteller, and a lot of his songs I can relate to. That being said, I had never heard his second album “Carolina” and specifically had never heard the title track until September of 2015.
Hearing “Carolina” from the first time, set me on a journey of sorts. As I have mentioned before, I have written for years, but until recently had never really had the drive to keep at it and the inspiration to just make words flow effortlessly. Everything I had written before four weeks ago was a project that I had assigned myself and had worked at for a long time to complete. I had never written with pure passion. So, after listening to “Carolina” on repeat for about a week, I decided it was time to start seeking something that inspired me as much as Eric Church represents his home state as being inspiring to him.
I have done a lot of searching, and who knows, maybe I still have a lot of searching left to do. This sonnet is written as a testament to that journey.
A special moment in my life, was the time I heard my favourite song.
From that moment I knew that what was important to me could not be wrong.
I wanted from that second to find the one thing that would keep me inspired.
The one thing that brought out my best, of which I could never grow tired.
I had never before sought out a true artistic muse.
It never crossed my mind, that it was something I could use.
That song, for some reason, made the idea quite relevant.
Finding it became my obsession, on which I was Hell bent.
I searched down dusty back roads, and sketchy city alleys.
Looking around untouched lakes and pristine forested valleys.
Always, I expected to find it in a moment or a place.
Never, had I thought to find it in another’s face.
Yet here I am still sailing true.
On the wave of inspiration that I found in you.