That’s a way to enter the palace of music. Take a visual image, such as this sunset over Northeast with its attendant smells and sounds on a warm Sunday. Hold this image in your mind as you find the notes on the fretboard. Fly into the golden warmth as your soul sings free on a shining melody. Think of winters past, when the glow alighted on smiling faces you know, on a long slow afternoon immaculate. A sense of freedom, of the chimes of mixing times into the heart of a chord, another chord, a slide down and back up the neck. As in the hills of youth in a sled, taking flight in my dreaming bed. A way to write, take this image tonight.