Among the late night Brooklyn streets a smoke grey haze drifts past a yellowing moon. Cats and water towers perch on rooftops. The neighbors are having a house party. I know because I can hear their wine glasses, and cackles. It's been too many days with little to no sleep, but my studio monitors blare the loud blasts of deep house bass from my second story window. The moonset, have you seen it? Witness its magic and let the music be your guide.