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
These .gifs were created for me by @coquiunlimited; many thanks
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
These .gifs were created for me by @coquiunlimited; many thanks