Synesthesia (Dazzler Explained)

Soft-spun melodies
Claw their way to consciousness,
Breaking through the barrier of normality
Into visible scope,
Explosion of color:
Disorder.
Dazzle me with your voice
I’ll watch it dance ‘round you,
The pinks and blues
Framing your silhouette,
While the greens and golds
Simply shimmer and pulse,
Proving no pattern recognition,
Instead, a snowflake.
I see now why people talk
And talk and talk;
The sound protects against the fury,
Your armor around you
Emanating blurry,
Replenished from all your discourse
That now makes such sense…
Sing!
And send me reeling,
Bombarded with the spectrum,
Consciousness fading,
Drowning in the color
I zealously drank.

Could she really use light as a weapon?
Or does the world just have a disorder?