Musical Synesthesia (II)

The Violin and Its Why

Because it seizes 

the whole helm of the melody
and raises the level of the sea.
It relies on itself to become
storm, chaos, waves, vessel and night.
But also shore, land, sky, mountain, and home.
It swings freely preserving its endless flow
fusing all worlds into one.

The piano are words and does need them.
The violin is emotion and doesn’t need them;
its texture is like the fine sand on the shore
and the piano is like the wind
that embeds the sand in your skin.
The piano are jumps between points in space;

and the violin are their threads.
The piano has colors and are static;
and the violin has a spectrum and is alive.

If the piano is synchronicity,
the violin is its absence;
and, even having it,
you cannot capture it,
you cannot define its movemen
but you can feel it.
The violin is the voice of instruments
because it is soprano voice.

You can feel its colors
tracing your whole being,
from emotion to emotion.
Sometimes,
the melody descends
from the highest place
and falls
and falls
and falls;
and other times, 

it rebels and reverses it all,
ascending without a doubt,
as if it were inverting
the very essence of its own.

The violin is to close your eyes 

and perceive it within you.
It’s to smile because 

it’s moving through you
and believing it is the only possible return
to a known emotion—our past.

Absent of words

its color remains:

comes back, moves,

and feels.

Words of non-words

are its melody.

Close your eyes

and without seeing,

you see it.

[Musical Synesthesia, Part I]