I wondered writing

A poem about my writing when I read William Wordsworth's poem daffodils.

I wondered lonely as I write
People scream and birds fly
Music makes the rhyme high as I see bunch of cloud sky high
I see and I write like him writing poems while the daffodils sheer in airy fly
I write in calm mind with a flute that raises high and high
The music that I keep singing is all that I write
I write as I go deep in my vision
Feeling the intensive call of my mind
A call that I just live alive
O my soul just love this life with the rhythm and rhyme
I can see the line with the world that flow in side by side
I love and I live and I write for me
To save the mind and to make me free
Oh no poet and none could feel until I take him here in so much that never kills
I love and I write for me
Music goes on and on keeping mind so bright and never falls back or forlorn