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Synesthesia

The notes of the song -

the quarter notes

the half notes,

eighths and sixteenths

triplets and all variations -

 

they form in my brain

through the speaker to my ears

and form a picture,

ever flowing and moving

that depicts, sometimes,

your face and your body.

 

Images of different sorts

some with color and some with out

that can relax and satiate

or do the opposite

and deviate

from the normal cooing

of my heart,

creating an anxiety matched by no other.

 

The pictures becoming what I see in front of me

as I walk around in life. My brain and nerves -

dancing along

singing their own words to the song

and making everything right

that was once wrong.

 

And I’m not sure if you will get this

and understand what I mean

but I know my thoughts will never be clean

of images from sounds

dancing all around.

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Written by
matthew-cuellar
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Published
Jun 28, 2010
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