Emerging from the torpor, she is stirred. The beat of the drum arouses inspiration, and with the stroke of her brush, rhythmically slide across the canvass as one. Each stroke measured by time, her body gliding imperceptibly as musical motion takes her by the hand: one side of canvass to the other.
As the frequency of sound swells around her, the strokes deepen, widening the vista of painted space. Pounding frequency. Racing heartbeat. Intensifying brush strokes. Fingers replacing brushes. Rhythm electrifies as climactic sound is reached.
A step back to peruse, to ponder work complete. The muse awakened, will no more sleep.