I’m not a synesthete
but when I listen
I can hear the colours
they are
all the colours of the heart
and maybe more
lighting up the parts of me I didn’t know existed
as I watch the fingers dance
I see the colours: red for fire
purple-pink for softer tones
indigo for sadness
gold for the pianist’s virtuoso touch
and most of all what speaks to me
are all the infra-reds and ultraviolets
off the scale, beyond the spectrum
colours we can hear, but never see.
© Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved
Written for dVerse MTB: Synesthesia, where Grace gives us the following challenge:
Today we will incorporate music in our poem from the perspective of a synesthete. Create your own Symphony. Infuse your musical experience when listening to a band, artist or musical genre, with colors, sounds & textures. Write a song filled with colors.
I was inspired by Rousseau’s YouTube channel, and this video in particular:
