“Most of the time, a melody knocks on the door of my consciousness in the wee hours of the morning just when darkness meets the light.”

In that dream, I listen to a song until I realize that it is an unborn melody. 

Sometimes, I let that “parade“ go on its way.  Other times, I aspire to bring it into reality before it gets lost somewhere in the far recesses of my mind. Guitar, pen, and paper in hand, I tiptoe toward the melody and try to capture it unharmed.

And the rest is just hard work.