Sounds of Silence

Sounds of Silence

 

It was for her the Sounds of Silence the melodious of them all.

They did not care to hear it as she did. They did not ever stop to listen as she did. They could never fathom what she felt when she heard the Sounds of Silence.

 

It was for her, such colourful Sounds. It was rich in feeling and perception. She felt its beauty and perceived its depth. It filled the air she breathed and enveloped the bodies that generate it.

 

The Sound of morning was saffron yellow smoke with an array of rust spots.

The rustic spots turned brighter and thicker as the day progressed, taking over the canvas slowly but surely, dominating it by the lava red as the sun reached its highest.

 

The commencement of its journey downward and out of sight, translated by the Sound’s movement through shades of oranges, beginning with mahogany to a coral and at last, steering towards a peachy drape.

Her favourite Sound was the one that she heard after the sunset and before the night rose. Her world swam in a peaceful lemon-creamed shade before dimming once more into the darker shade of Night.

The Sound of night was a dark yet embracing blanket, accompanied by silver streaks that shimmered and illuminated the late hour.

 

The rain poured various shades of Blue.

The enraged storm sounded dark, midnight blue, whereas a soft autumn drizzle sounded light Alice blue, and short summer showers brightened the air with silky cyan blue.

 

Flames of a summer bonfire danced to the Sound of a passionate Red with sparkles of lust-filled ruby embers, whereas a winter fire cradled between auburn and burgundy.

 

The Sound of laughter and happiness bursts of energetic Yellow rays;

Where a girly giggle was a sweet Jasmine, a young man’s flirtatious smirk Sounded bittersweet orange;

An infant’s laugh was a Golden and his mother’s smile was a comforting vanilla.

 

She put out her hands, as if to capture the Sound, such a wonderful thing they were, the scarves of sounds.

If only she could keep them in a jar to play them whenever she’d like. Each of them more glorious then the other.

 

This is how she perceived the Sounds of Silence,

This is how resonated the noise you hear to her ears.

 

 

 YM

Reviews

[R Smith]

oh to have half your imagination my friend, you have pitched this perfectly, the use of colour to match nature and human actions is a fantastic concept, bravo as they say in my country

[YM23]

Thank you Richard. I was wondering, I may have been to subtle on this, but was it still clear towards the end that the main character is indeed deaf in this scenario and she was describing how she heard the "sounds" of the world?

[R Smith]

the subtlety was not lost on me, I just lost sight of it as I dived into the wonder of sound and colour, that became a wonderous thing for me, guess I should have delved deeper.

[YM23]

thank you :)

[TheLastEclipse]

It makes me think of iridescent fields of flowers and laying within that grove only to hear the peaceful sound of the wind passing between the pedals.

[YM23]

I'm glad it made your imagination drift off :)