Finding My Muse

I suppose music is great. Even just to listen. But for me. I would find it to tempting to remember a verse from a song and write it into my piece. I do love to listen to music... preferably the Blues. Sometimes I may use the flavor of an old forgotten melody to post a phrase that would be noted to that memory. When I write however I like peace and quite.
To find my muse, before I write a word, a thought comes to me. Perhaps while driving, or looking at the horizon in the early morning. One word roams in my head. Then I take it to a place with a sentence. Sometimes that sentence, a subject will mull on me for weeks. Like a nag. I have to find a place for it to spill. Sometimes they are lost. But when I get to writing them down there they are. I have to have complete silence. Sometimes TV is ok. But to get interrupted is the worst. I rant and rave, in fear I will break the chain. Getting up in the middle of work. I will lose the scene of the word. Trying to find it again never seems the same. Still I make it through even with the constant irruptions. I’d write way into the wee hours of night or dusky morn. There I’d be tapping away at my Computer. Writing pen to paper. Well I never go there except to jot down a note or two for remembering that poem.
First thing is that I write for me. Something I know and love to take about.
Second I put it aside. Rewrite it.
Then read it as a third party looking into it as if the first time.
And ask myself. Does this piece mean anything to me? Or send a message to the reader?
Will the poem pass the test of time? Time meaning will all the clues to the puzzle still solve the answer in the end.
Then! Write again for you the reader. Who would be first to see a fresh page waiting to be read.
I hope that makes some sense. Find the muse. Write from the heart. Then Write again.