Dreaming and singing

The other morning I woke myself up, because I was singing in my sleep. When I woke up, I couldn't figure out whether I had actually made a sound, or whether the singing in my dream was conceptually so loud that it woke me up.

It made me think of Beethoven, and how loud the music must have been in his head. So loud that he heard it even when he went deaf.

Music can exist without sound. You can dream of singing, or playing an instrument, or composing and it will be just as real as singing in front of a crowd of people. This experience can even be more powerful because it is more natural.

It's an echo of the primeval, primitive urge to sound out, and express our existence in song. It's closer to the original call of the wild.