Exactly one year has passed since I last posted new music. But I have not been sitting idly by—O no! In the ample hours of those twelve long and luxurious months, I have managed to produce the sum total of (drumroll, please)…one song. Hmm. Really? Just one? Well, apologies. I hope you will find that “The Love I’m Dreaming Of” (listen below!) has been worth the wait.
My guitar is my best friend—is something I wish I could say. But we did become rather close during the composition and recording of this song. Practice makes perfect, and you are about to hear how very little I practice. But I have done my best, just for you.
The Love I’m Dreaming Of
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Title:
“The Love I’m Dreaming Of”
Number:
16
Length:
4:15
Vibe/inspiration:
Chamber pop
Keys:
G major and D major
What I imagine people might say:
- “At one point, if you listen very closely, you can hear the guitar gently weeping.”
- “I’m not quite sure what to make of this song, but I’m open to suggestions.”
- “What I liked most was that the lyrics contained my starting word for Wordle!”
- “The way I see it, you can listen to this song or do literally anything else. Do that.”
Lyrics:
Oh, my baby—she wrote yesterday
About a love that went away
And how the past
Will never last
No matter what you do or sayBut when she’s climbing up my stair
Cupid’s flower in her hair—
Sending me, upending me
Suspending me in airShe’s just my baby
Who fits me like a glove
She more than may be
The love I’m dreaming of
The love I’m dreaming of
The love I’m dreaming ofOh, my baby—she made much ado
About a love that went askew
And how we first
Believe the worst
Until the “false” is proven trueBut when she’s walking on my street
Any rose would smell as sweet—
Cheering me, endearing me
And hearing me repeatShe’s just my baby
Who fits me like a glove
She more than may be
The love I’m dreaming of
The love I’m dreaming of
The love I’m dreaming ofOh, my baby—she came from afar
You can’t get there by plane or car
I never knew
She saw me, too
As I would gaze upon her starBut when she’s whispering in my ear
“There is nothing left to fear”—
Blessing me, confessing me
And pressing me so nearShe’s just my baby
Sent to me from above
She more than may be
The love I’m dreaming of
The love I’m dreaming of
The love I’m dreaming of
I’m dreaming of



This time last week (as I write), I was enjoying afternoon tea at The Berkeley, a lovely hotel in the Knightsbridge area of London. To be more precise, given the time difference between England’s capital and where I am now, afternoon tea was a recent pleasant memory.
Earlier in the week, I had attended two performances at Shakespeare’s Globe, located on the south bank of the River Thames—so perhaps it’s not a surprise that I have a new sonnet to share with you! I jotted down some ideas for the sonnet during the interval (British for “intermission”) in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, on Tuesday. By The Comedy of Errors, on Thursday, the poem was starting to take shape.
The poem I am sharing today strongly suggests the identity of the person who wrote the works attributed to William Shakespeare. That’s right: the pesky “authorship question” has finally been solved!
