Never had there been a time when sound, color, and feeling hadnt been intertwined, when a dirty, rolling bass line hadnt induced violets that suffused him with thick contentment, when the shades of certain chords sliding up to one another hadnt produced dusty pastels that made him feel like he was cupping a tiny, golden bird. It wasnt just music but also rumbling trains and rainstorms, occasional voices, a collective din. Colors and textures appeared in front of him, bouncing in time to the rhythm, or hed get a flash of color in his mind, an automatic sensation of a tone, innate as breathing.
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- Music — The universal language of melody, rhythm, and harmony