I see color when you speak Every word a different shade to me Blue when you slow it down Red when your voice gets loud I taste the air before it rains Feel the shift before it changes Hear the light when it breaks through Every sense bends into you I see sound, I hear light Everything is crossing lines Feel the shape of what you say Nothing stays in just one way I see sound, I hear light Colors moving through the night Smell the rhythm, taste the tone Every sense becomes its own Your voice smells like something sweet Then turns sharp when you retreat Soft gold when you say my name Fades to gray when things don’t stay I feel textures in your tone Rough when you’re not at home Smooth when you let things go I can tell more than you show I see sound, I hear light Everything is crossing lines Feel the shape of what you say Nothing stays in just one way I see sound, I hear light Colors moving through the night Smell the rhythm, taste the tone Every sense becomes its own Neon thoughts when I’m awake Muted hues when I’m drained Static hum in quiet space I can hear the empty place Everything blends into one Nothing separate, nothing done All these signals intertwine Every sense redefined I see sound, I hear light Everything is crossing lines Feel the shape of what you say Nothing stays in just one way I see sound, I hear light Colors moving through the night Smell the rhythm, taste the tone Every sense becomes its own
