I'm a "Song Comber".
As beachcomber's comb the beaches for beach junk, I Song Comb the Astral Plane for songs.
Songwriting is taking a fist full of air and blowing words into it. As God blew life into Adam bringing him to life, we have inherited a touch of his creative powers. As songwriters we traverse those lofty planes and places combing for songs, and when we find a worthy prospect, we snatch up a fistfull of air and blow words and melody into it and it comes to life just as Adam came to life.
Created songs live forever as do poems, sculptures or paintings,. songs permeates the veil of the heavenlies ..they soar past everything existing and sentient,.they even puncture the blanketed darknesses on the ends of deep space..
A song is all that exists when all comes to end... !!