If I were made to choose between being blind or deaf, I'd hang on to my hearing. I do not have to see beauty, I can imagine it. But I can't imagine music, I need to hear it to know how beautiful it is.
The majestic Mt. Kanla-on ... the awesome view of Negros Occidental and Guimaras across it ... the indescribable beauty of seeing the sun going down in all its golden beauty.
What better way to summon these back to my memory than these two beautiful songs from Hugo Montenegro's Colours of Love album!