It was an illuminating moment for me when I first became aware of the music playing in my writing. I was part way through a sentence, the words temporarily eluding me in the hide and seek game they sometimes play, when all of a sudden I realized I had a vague cadence dancing through my mind, offering to take me gracefully forward. Sitting quietly, I could hear the tone of the last word which would sum up my non-existent sentence. Except there were no words offered as the bridge which would propel me there. Just the ethereal music of the way the sentence would, not only sound, but also feel.Read more