What inspires me to write a song? Sometimes it’s a most reliable muse. It could be what I see, hear or touch while walking. Maybe it’s something I read in the newspaper, a book or online. Every now and then I stumble upon something while cleaning a closet. That’s what happened yesterday. Rediscovering an old photo at the end of Pride Month🌈 inspired me to write. Bill Quinn was a friend of mine who died of AIDS. Not sure if this is a song, poem, spoken word or even finished. Just seems right to share it NOW.