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.