a tinny piano plays on in the background....

maybe there's a silver lining to my bouts of depression....almost all the authors or poets whose work i love seem to have one thing in common....loneliness and depression... i understand about being sad...which is v necessary to really understand life and live it not just skim the surface.... but what is it about depression and creativity.....
so don't know if it is good news or bad...after all i have the depression without the piano playing in the background for inspiration or New York around me.....