Every time that you get undressed, I hear symphonies in my head. I wrote this song just looking at you, yeah the drums they swing low, and the trumpets they go …
Relax. I promise you this isn’t about to get raunchy.
The part of the refrain that I’m going to focus on is, “I hear symphonies in my head. I wrote this song just looking at you …”
Sometimes, when I’m listening to a certain song – or certain songs, for that matter – visuals pop into my head. Scenes that I can use for the novel(s) I’m working on – complete with dialogue. It might be similar to the story behind Lorde’s “Green Light,” but I’m not sure.
All I know is that music somehow triggers my imagination. And my imagination is obviously a valuable tool. It took me a long time to see it that way. I used to try and hide it because I thought people would think I was weird if they knew what went on inside my head.
No more. Music and my imagination – and therefore my writing – go hand in hand.