he asks me what i'm doing in the moment between when he sings a note and when i attempt it. "trying to figure out what color it is," i tell him. but that's not quite it - i'm trying to find the space it fills inside me, trying to discern the shape of the vacuum when the silence begins.

but my emotions come in colors, sometimes, pink and black and sharp orange. i hear music in colors like that, different in some fundamental way from color as a reflection of light. like dream colors, they have resonance and depth and fullness. they have dimension aside from sight and simple sound.