I have songs running through my head almost all the time, little snippets of lyrics and melody that twine into each other below the surface of everyday thoughts. It's pleasant, not too distracting, and sometimes when I'm home, I'll seek them out and listen to them in their entirety.

Lately, though, I've had to bite down on the urge to sing them. Aloud. Whilst sitting at the information desk or shelving books or checking in materials. I'll catch myself with the first words of Mary Black's "Once In a Very Blue Moon" or the chorus of Mumford & Sons' "If I Needed You" shaping themselves on my lips, and even when I've swallowed them back, their notes still thrum in my throat, begging for release.

I'm not quite sure what this means...if anything, of course. I'm not at all a talented singer, though I love music, and I'm not someone who tends toward absent-minded humming or mumbling or other unthinking verbalizations. Am I bored? Twitchy at the change of season? Over-caffeinated? Or perhaps flush with creative energy?

In any case, I'm finding it a peculiar compulsion. Is this, I wonder, how it feels to be a dabbler of music instead of a dabbler of words?