Hi everyone! This is just a short I wrote.


I hear in colors.

There is no sweeter music than the sun’s rays striking the clouds with its tinny chime, pinks and oranges yawning in sleepy soprano. I hear the colors, the vibrating blue sustained on the quivering grey clouds. I breathe the brightness of noon, the blinding near-whiteness of cotton candy breaking into ariettas. Then the timber voice of dusk beckons, staccato violets and legato navy overtaking, rhythm haphazard, demanding, wearing out my conducting baton.

No rest, no rest- at the bass drawl of deep night, I remember. The phantom, he wraps himself in cloaks of black, echoing, echoing. Mocking the moon, he calls out in dirges to ears still waiting for those yellow chimes, that soprano voice of the sun. The night courts nothing but silver, silver tears and silver dreams of golden nights to marry the golden mornings, and I see their hopes and dreams. I hear their joys and laments in colors, colors of the sustained lacrimosa mingling with the paean.

I hear in colors, the pure whiteness of silence most envied of all, but then the moon’s quicksilver voice falls in sweet honeyed yellow, amber from the silver tongue, the golden tongue, the beautiful mistress of light-filled night…

… Your voice… It’s yellow. It’s rare and special. I don’t usually see voices that color.
Twelve, from Zankyou no Terror

Dragonlord Stephi : I like this one, but I'll admit that this is the first of your pieces that I don't actually understand. I know there's probably something deep hidden there like in a ton of your stuff, but I can't figure it out, but its beautiful. So many colors, I really like how you detailed pretty much every object with a color, keep up the good work.