A stream is sparkling. The notes are swirling. Eddies, cascades, runs, sprays; coloured pebbles flickering beneath; sunlight glinting off the surfaces: aqueous diamond, facets fluid.
That magnificent play of light into the eyes, tickling senses into pleasure even exultation, as near to breaking into a sprint as the spirit ever will.
The notes spill down the aural canals, trickle through the auditory nerves; speckled light, now fast now slow; now curved, smooth as treacle; now splintering sparks from a bonfire.