A few months ago I was outside enjoying a sunset. I thought came into my head. “Oh,” I said to myself. “That’s a cool idea for a song.”
Immediately, and I mean right then, a melody popped into my head. I went inside, went to the piano, and a complete song rolled off my fingers. Wow! Now all I needed were the lyrics.
That was three months ago. I still have no lyrics, despite hours of effort.
You see, the words that came to me sound cool, but I don’t know what they mean. I know they mean something, but I can’t figure out where to start. I’ve pushed in a bunch of different directions – love, philosophy, history, religion, nature, all kinds of ideas from the sacred to the profane - but no go.
I feel like Michelangelo trying to free the figures slumbering in the stone. I know those words are in there somewhere, but so far my hands haven’t broken the spell. Sigh.
I’ll just keep fussing with it until the right words reveal themselves. I have to. It’s a catchy tune.