I see time.
It passes as a wave over the sand.
Its long awaited wonders arrive suddenly,
But develop into mere memories before they may be enjoyed.
I see thoughts.
I watch them as if watching rain streak down a gleaming window.
No matter how vigorously I try, I can never touch them.
Yet they are seen clearly through your eyes.
I see music.
It transforms its atmosphere as a painter modifies his canvas
A flat, colorless object
Can become a Beautiful, emotional masterpiece.
I see emotions.
They are like colored lenses positioned on my eyes.
While their specific hues are unidentifiable,
They alter the view of my surroundings.