Sensory Writing Hearing

http://margaretnoble.net/blog/frogs-and-ny-chatter/

The sound that I focused on was a series of different scenes going around in my head, and very hard to keep track of what I was actually listening to.The title of the sounds was "Frogs and NY Chatter", which really doesn't describe the full magnitude of what it actually sounds like. Confusing, as it was, had a simplistic beat to it that could be followed. Frogs in the jungle, whispering to each other, in a sort of eerie tone. I could almost feel the humidity of the jungle closing in on me. I sensed that they were telling secrets to each other. The flutist came in the background. In my head he looked like an old monk with a orange robe on. It sounded as if he was trying to calm the forest down with his melody as the jungle roared with thunder. It worked. The forest was calm but the chirping of the frogs kept a steady pace that was not to be broken. But then, came in, quietly but swiftly, the people of New York. The wave of people overtook the frogs whispers. The flutist, still playing a melody. That whole scene of the New Yorkers, and the calming flutist painted a strange picture in my head. The flutist, which was originally a monk, became a homeless man in time square with nothing but a flute. He played his heart out just to get some money to buy food. Playing his heart out, he levitated and the New York Buzz went away, and the ocean overtook them and the flutist vanished. Now, just the calming sounds of the ocean and the forest of frogs made the jungle seem alive. The feeling of little waves crashing upon my feet made the sounds sound even more serene. It went on and on and then....done.