Bewitched

My dear Trick-or-Treaters, I must share an extraordinary experience that occurred just last night, the 2nd of November (All Souls’ Day/Dia de los Muertos). I share because this will eventually concern you with the “food” you give your ears.

The Muse decided to crack open my skull and pour in a new melody last night. The first part of the melody came right out through my fingers without needing any adjusting. I couldn’t believe how smoothly everything glided out. Like ribbons of silky cream. Well, thicker. Like soft-serve.

I was astonished … and swept away … and grateful.

I played around with the rest of the melody until not even 45 minutes had passed and the melody and chords were complete. Now to arrange/orchestrate it.

This dream-like occurrence struck me as rather special because it came at the close of the All Hallows season. It was as if this little melody-spirit came to me and said, “OK, the season is over. Now you can focus on me. Come bring me to mortal life.”

And I am in love with this little being. I suppose I’m treating it much like a newborn human right now – holding it, hugging it, kissing it, rocking it. I’ve been playing it over and over, and sometimes I cry because it’s such a pretty little thing.

And it has a certain nobility to it. Quite a stately personality. I feel a responsibility toward it, that I need to work hard to give it a good setting. I’m looking forward to sharing this elegant entity with you as soon as I can.