[ WP ] You 're a composer with synesthesia . Describe your works without using sound .

The grey flows in quietly. It starts at the corners and then satin wraps around my fingertips. It pulls and sets my body, my breathing, my heart, into a steady rhythm. There are straight grey lines now. Colors ebb and flow through the edges, but they're all neutralized shades of the colors I wish to experience much more brightly. So, dark, everything's so dark. The field suddenly clears and black drips like a pigment onto a canvas. It feels like crying blood, silently, gently. From crying to a nosebleed to bleeding from my mouth, my blood is crimson and pouring out with my emotions. My heart pounds so hard that it comes out of my chest. I have to sit and watch it as it keeps pumping a steady rhythm, losing its vitality all the while. I put it back into my chest and there are a few moments of absolutely nothing. I can not breathe, I can not move or see or hear. Then I feel the familiar pumping of blood through my body once again. My pulse slows down in an instant and I can see the eyes of the man to whom I said `` I love you,'' but they fade as I fade into a restless sleep. 
 
 ( I tried describing one of my works without sound just now, I actually have a very mild form of synesthesia, it's ironically auditory but auditory goes visual/tactile. )
