The music that rings in my head,
Sparkles in the raindrops.
It cascades in Arpeggios of color across the
Meadows, it drifts Sostenuto on the winds with the
Butterflies, taps a Staccato beat with the hummingbirds.
Sunrise is a Crescendo of splendor,
Nightfall? a
Ritardando e Diminuendo, sliding into the
Peaceful dark.
And the rainbow?
The "Phrase Mark", in the
"Sentence of Creation" in
Motion and Perfection.
Waves crashing on the shore
Beat a rhythm, counting
Time for the conductor.
I see music, I hear beauty,
Synesthesia
“The orchestra of the spheres.”
Synesthesia
by
Jerry E Smith
©8/3/16
