same beginning as unfamiliar melody but what i see instead of feel. |
Synesthesia Dots and stems and rests and beats Float around my head. Begging for a way out Needing a release. Hard and soft at the same time Falling into familiar rhyme Readjusting to each other Conforming yet staying the same Fingers fall in familiar rhythm Moving to the beat. An unknown melody, Forcing itself out of me. Tinkling upwards, Like a child’s laughter, Bursts of cerulean, fuchsia, lime Swirl above my head. Smooth ivory and soft ebony Beckon for my touch, To float across the keys, Touches soft as whispers to create this melody. Unfamiliar notes Floating across my eyes Swirling in the air A product of my creation. Falling downwards, Like water dripping from the sky Showering me in colors of Regalia, Saffron, Sangria In my own sacred place, No one dares to disturb As music flows throughout the house, At its own unfamiliar pace. Ears perk up Eyes look in Mouths stay closed And listen to the colors, Swirling, twining, twisting above our heads The outside world calls to me Begging me to see The contrasting colors Clashing and blending at the same time I finally venture out Watching carefully Gathering satisfaction From others reactions. Dots and stems and rests and beats Floating around my head Looking for a way out Finding their release |