" had never thought of it as a song, until one day I was at the piano, and on the paper it was singing, "How does it feel?" in a slow motion pace, in the utmost of slow motion. "

"The Visitor" stopped by, and the words 'sang' to him, didn't they?

That's how it is, isn't it? You don't know when he comes, but when he does, its amazing what is produced - and cannot be repeated if the original notes are lost.

"Inspiration, the Divine Breath"

(PS: Dylan still owes Last Months Rent to the grandfather of one of my friends - at least by her reckoning. Its, okay, I'm sure he paid it forward years ago with all the wonderful music he brought into this world.)