Last night's dream cannot be explained, but I must attempt, lest I forget. I played a piano/cello trio by Brahms--one of his yet unheard compositions, of course--and was pleasantly surprised to find that the melody had taken the form of a serpent, which wove in and out of the tapestry; each of us took turns carrying it along as it reappeared. The result was a work of art that lingered in visual form even though I cannot recall the sound of its sweetness.
And just like that, my muse returned.
I play through Brahms at night, and the plot line sends me into bouts of chills and sweats, like a fever.
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