...Please comment on my poem? All I am

A converted loft is where I lie
with window in its sloping roof,
and there I view the midnight sky,
its ball of moon which stands aloof

Soft lunar beams rain down on me,
my face is drenched in silver light.
Convinced I am, this is the key
inspiring me with pen to write

So often as I gaze the stars
and silently, just rest or stare,
clear mind extinguishes the scars
of daytime woes and all it cares

The tapestry of dead of night
spreads fine its mantle over skin,
celestial bodies tinsel bright
release the spirit held within

Then pen in hand, I make my notes
ideas and words sink into mind.
I'm dressed in writer's overcoat
and all I was, left far behind