The Sounds of Bustling Streets Are a Sunset

An attempt at Synesthesia

The loud blaring horns shine a deep red,

Only equal in magnitude to the sound of yelling pedestrians;

And annoying calamity of noise that could create rage in anyone.

These sounds hover above the blue silence we wish for.

 

A tangy orange sound resonates under it all.

As you listen to the pattering footsteps of civilians,

or the blaring music of a passing car.

They contort your face in a sour twist,

as you try hard to overshadow them with red chaotic melody.

 

A light pink-purple undertones the whole.

With the only pleasantries that may be found

are in the laughter of children,

or the smiles and chuckles of friends passing by.