Synesthesia

I balanced on a crescendo as the reverberation of cannon glanced off my chest and orange chills ran across my back. While, as if birthed by the composition, warm and cool colors danced in the sky and back, from the now dull red horizon. I sat, as cellos and violas seemed to lift a Prince and Princess - then flutes and violins tossed them high on bright and light notes 'til landing on a bassoon's breath where muscle and sound lay softly still...