the night was so blue...how does blue feel... or red or gold or any other color.. .if colors could he heard he could paint most wondrous tunes... symphonious... think... the dulcet clear tone of a blue like night... of it red like pomegranate juice...like Edith's lips ...of the fairy tones to be heard in a sunset... like rubies shaken in a crystal cup...of the symphony of Fania...and silver... and gold ...he had heard the sound of gold.. .but they weren't the sounds he wanted to catch ...no...they must be liquid... not so staccato but flowing variations of the same caliber...
I wonder how strongly he experienced synaesthesia.
