I woke up to music today but it was dying off, sounding like it was in the distance. Music like the last seconds of rolling credits at the end of a movie.

No, Andrew wasn’t playing music in the house. Instead the music came from my dream.

Sometimes I dream music. It’s rare but it happens.

When I do, I don’t want that dream to finish. But as I’m stirring awake, the music seems to drift off in the distance and I wake up slightly peeved.

The music too is not any music that I’ve heard before. It’s my own composition and it’s always beautiful.

This morning is was an instrumental (it’s always instrumental never with words), love melody with a late 50s feel to it. Something like The Platters, Only You

https://youtu.be/3FygIKsnkCw

Another time I remembered the entire sound of the song and I cursed myself that I couldn’t write the music notes down to remember it as I don’t know how to write and read music. Instead, I hummed the song over and over out loud for the morning until over the day, it just disappeared from my memory.

Waking up from dreams of music 🎶 always leave me slightly wanting. As if I left something unfinished. Incomplete. I’ll never get it back again. I’ll never have this same song revisit me ever again.

Oh well. It’s a beautiful day out there. The sun is shining and finally, at least for a couple of days, it has stopped raining (it’s still very cold as I sit here in bed with explorer socks on my feet). The torrential rain won’t be back until next week again (when we are away at Cape Schank for a mini break).

Later:

So much for the mini break. Andrew still Covid positive. Pity. I’ve cancelled his birthday dinner tomorrow night and I’ll call the place to see what we can do to get a reimbursement. Holidays and birthday celebrations can wait until he’s better.