Audible Light

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” ― Bob Marley

Audible Light

Audible light
Reflecting through the screen
The silence, the crescendo
Enough to make the mute scream

The physical becoming metaphysical
somewhat gradual and instinctual

Wavelengths of sound
reproduce and expound

The sonorous deposition
brings peaks and valleys to your skin
An icy frost juxtaposed with fiery transudation
Every thing begins to make sense from within

Audible light
Refracting through the mind
The sighs, the cries
Enough to make the masses blind

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