A Portrait of My Muse

There was a melodic hum breezing through the air.  
The sun filled the room through skylights and windows,
illimunating a woman. She sat cross-legged with a paint brush
 in one hand and a tube of acrylic gold paint in the other.  She was amidst the foreplay of creativity, the prelude to creation....
she swayed in rhythmic motion - emotions flowed through
her intense strokes upon the canvas.

Pure inspiration, though she left none for me.