Zoroaster whispered in mine inner-ear:
Look! Listen! Synaesthesia is near!
Fill your eyes with music
Fill your mind with taste
Judge from the plunging depths
To the necklines of lace.
Feel this rise to the screaming heights,
Smell out these plangent declensions.
The silence from the Queen of Night
Or a cacophony of exclamations?
He's soaring, always soaring, he's winging out of sight,
Swooping back to earth, with a metempsychotic delight.
For this is all Am-a-deus,
A man-beyond-all-bounds
A musical maestro-alive-in-sounds,
Heavenly arias tumble from his soul, his brain,
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Your  world Is all a-flame.

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