The brain hooking up
unusual connections.
He could “see”
music.
“Hear” colours.
The workman
asking him:
“What colour
would you like
your stove painted in
Mr. Sibelius? ”
“Oh...F Major! ”
(which of course is
... green) .
And so
to answer the question:
“What note to paint a stove in? ”
look no further than:
Sibelius’s Green Stove In F Major
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem