Song of my life! (I.P.)

. I could be singing right now, in here typing, no I sing when the hoover is on or waiting for the kettle to boil, even if is only me & Cindy here, sometimes I sing so happy I get dancy & she jumps up, paws on my hips, chin on my belly, looking up, those big orange eyes, wagging her tail! I might take her for a wander in a while.
As in this house is so very quiet today.
. These little singing moments are usually quiet, no real words to it just singing hmmhmmhmm lala well you know, when I really get to sing, am out flying through the countryside, arms tight around my angel love, sometimes can hear me, like when we slow down, I get quieter, otherwise
. I make it a good time to sing,
I think of words as I go,
make it up as I sing,
it usually rhymes by itself
& am loud when am on the wing.
Then if its a really good one,
I write it down, soon as I can
or type it up on abc,
or in notepad ready.
. I get it in my head until I write it down, yet
thats not all, the pictures I dream when am looking around at the world rushing by,
they want to be created too, so I draw,
as best as I can, is usually enough,
yet the tunes, the tunes haunt me,
sleep in my head for day & night.
I have to sing again when I fly
so they can turn into something new.