Forgotten Pieces of Processes

One part of the process I always have to remember that is very important in life inside and outside of my heart and my mind is music.  Not just music like noises or radio or background so that I can better divide and discern what might be real and what is artifact or relic or error, but actively listening to and pulling apart and submersing myself in music.  It's not difficult to forget, but listening to music is incredibly important in my life.  Sitting down to paper my pencil or pen or whatever is in my hand and ready to create falls dead.  Instant death.  Sometimes I can move things along and create a corpse or a rock or a tree or a dancer or lover or a struggle, but it is lifeless.  Stale.  Imagine being beyond death to a place where everything is dimensionless.  I wonder where it comes from and I tinker with my process or my thoughts or turn the idea around to another side and hold it up to the light to see if anything sparks inside.  Listening to music and breathing it in helps tremendously.   I will run over the same sounds over and over again, picking them clean until the only thing left is a place holder in my music library and my mind settles inside that hole, quite comfortable, stable, and slowly, one replay at a time, dying.  It's not easy to forget, but I do forget that a valuable piece of the process is pouring in unfamiliar music to help keep the system turning with any degree of fidelity.