In My Blood Synesthesia

Our synaesthesia is for free,
Music is the muse for me,
It's in my blood, you see,
Images imaginary,
Elvira Madigan wakes to see,
Mozart play Mozart lucidly.
Swooner songs sound so silly,
Old rockers croon so vividly,
Funny lyrics in my brain,
Sounding a little deranged,
(It is hereditary 
in my family)
Yes, Synaesthesia is for free,
Smurfette's songs, so silly.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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