Seeing the music

 

This music paints the inside of my eye lids…

Odd that I cannot hear, I can only see.

The violin strings don’t quiver with music, but colours…

Of another time.

I’m tapping piano keys on this board,

Being transported

and swaying my head while the picture unfolds.

I can see the old blues and tears… a cardigan…

Her pink and turquoise roses… a cream teapot

my grandma alive then… I want to feel her hug…

but I can only see her old house and the pretty things.

I didn’t see the roses then…

I didn’t know,

that one day I would see

through the vibrations of a quivering string and the colours… Her music…

Her beautiful life.

Reviews

[Muse]

Caught between here and there..transported through music and memory. I felt the sway as I read this. Truly beautiful and inspirational. I could feel the hug...smell the roses....mmm....it was delightful just breathing it all in.

Muse

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

I've often wondered about this 'seeing the music' or hearing the visual world.

You took a good stab at it, and it makes me appreciate autism or people with quirky perception, better.

[MOON]

Sometimes we only appreciate and understand much later sometimes too late.

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. beautiful poetry ...

[Emily B]

so many call themselves poet, so very few actually see the music