Of sight and sound


I hear a painting
I see a song
I think my senses were wired wrong
Deaf or blind I swear I see
A portrait of a symphony

The artwork tells a story
Spoken not with words
And through the eyes you hear it
Its beauty that is heard
Its life and loss and pleasure
Told from hand and eye
brush on canvas paper
A choir on glorious high

For ear and the mind’s eye
Music equals vision
The voices blend in color
With grace and acute precision
The notes are colors, a palette full
The orchestra, the scene
The conductor, why, the artist
His skillful hand serene

You may not understand
And assume I must be wrong
But I like my different world
Of hearing pictures and seeing songs.

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