What is the taste of this key, this single note, this melody? Is it staccato and spicy or is it legato and viscous like sweet honey dripping from moistened parted lips?
What is the sound of the ineffable vowel? It lives in the middle of that last exhale, a preview of how to speak the language of angels.
If you could see beautiful and meaningful music, it would be like seeing a rainbow exploding over the clouds. Colorful rain softens things and soothes the unbearable pain of loss.
treasure of senses
taste sweet sounds, hear deep colors
synesthesia
From the Author: There have been countless of times that I have experienced meaningful music in indescribable ways so I thought I would capture just a snapshot somehow with poetry. I took a photo of this statue when we were in France and it moved me so it fits here, too.
NaPoWriMo.net prompt: Today we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts an experience of your own in hearing live music, and tells how it moves you. It could be a Rolling Stones concert, your little sister’s middle school musical, or just someone whistling – it just needs to be something meaningful to you.
Au chateau de Lacoste.
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