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.
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