(a)Muse in[g] Training

This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype - save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style

— fun.

If everyone listened to a little Eric Whitacre everyday, the world would be a much better place.

Translation:

Gold,
Tarnished and dark,
Singing of night,
Singing of death,
Singing itself to sleep.
And an angel dreams of sunrise,
And war.

Tears of the ages.
O shield!
O gilded blade!
You are too heavy to carry,
Too heavy for flight.

Gold,
Tarnished and weary,
Awaken!
Melt from weapon to wing!
Let us soar again,
High above this wall;
Angels reborn and rejoicing with wings made
Of dawn,
Of gold,
Of dream.

Gold,
Singing of wings,
Singing of shadows.

I am reduced to putty every time I listen to Hans Zimmer. In a very true and powerful way, Mr. Zimmer’s music helps my writing reorganize my thoughts. It’s interesting, too, that I can tell the difference between Zimmer-influnced posts and posts where I’m left alone to negotiate my own way around my mental labyrinth, without the benefit of my own personal piper.

Are there artists or composers who influence you in similar ways?