I awoke with a tune in my head. It was a strange dream. In a cavern that was fitted out with an décor befitting of a gothic palace, huge bookshelves filled with books and fine bound volumes that deserved greedy curiosity but were all seemingly untouched and dusty.
A cloaked figure was at an organ type instrument making a sound reminiscent of a pipe organ and hurdy-gurdy with resonant choirs of violins and natural sounds cast by the wind and sea…. and the unfaced figure played a mournful tune that was hypnotic.
As I awoke, the tune was in my head like brain fog, a lost object that for the life of me…. I couldn’t remember where I had last put it… somewhere.
I fired up my computer and opened the program I use to write and compose music. The first chord was a Gminor .. and so it went on but I couldn’t replicate the haunting sounds. It was the rhythm that was wrong, so stuck am I in 4/4 rhythm and nothing worked until I changed to 3/4, then it began to flower.
I’ll work on it whilst the spiralling tune is still fresh in my mind as the frost outside seems to challenge the melody like a stranger knocking at the door to distract me and cause me to question… but its still there, and as I labour at the keyboards I can hear other sounds but cannot replicate, there’s resonance, unsung chords and mysterious sounds that lure sailors onto rocks. Its the beckoning lure of Orpheus as we enter the season of Samhain and onto winter. I am hopeless, I am a human and it’s the song of nature….
When I’ve finished, as I will, it will then sit on my hard drive, never to be published or heard by any other, as a dusty book in a lost cavern where a lonely figure sits and plays the celestial mournful refrain of the universe.
The Western Gate 
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