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THE COLOR OF THE WIND WHICH IS WEDDED TO WINTER’S MUSE AND MUSIC What, color is music? Is it the color of your lover’s eyes as you wade at water’s edge? Or more like the colors you view when a child’s giggle makes you young again? Then again, they could be muted colors……………………. opaque in nature, but suddenly you breathe on them and alas they glow once more Royal colors crowned and crowded with admirers who stand in awe of hues hewn with precision Yet if I had to make a decision I would be urged to opine that music is the color of enjoyment enveloping this entire planet which could be in peril Allow the music of***laughter to echo through the deepest tunnels and over every triumphant mountain Or music could be the color an artiste must employ to duplicate a reflection of joy which intrudes and reaches into one’s soul and tells you that no matter what, be content with that which you were blessed to own, And never fill your cup to overflow with the color of greediness or music made to grieve Music is not, of course the color of anger or jealousy As for me I am making music my master who advises me to do things zealously For after all, where would i be without the magic of music in the middle of madness at midnight? Whatever color music is I know it’s has to be majestically and brilliantly bright Yet cannot deafen us to all but mellow melodies That’s it Music is the color of a mid-August breeze when heat un-heavies your heart and music gives birth to ease Music is blue as that breeze which gently blew While Mrs. Levy’s laundry sways as it clings to a rope, suspended on the serenity of a symphony sewn of silk Music is the color of everything built and born of beauty that belies the notion that an emotion is nay a color as well And oh how much music is there in the vociferous voice of one single bell Music is the color of a hundred pipers piping as their numbers increase Music is made when a war has cause to cease Therefore music must be the color of peace © 2011.…. the indupitably prolific poet who, in a short time should be named poet lauriet of this site....me.....phreepoetree *t...* take the word “laughter” and make an “S” be the first letter before “L”

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THE COLOR OF THE WIND WHICH IS WEDDED TO WINTER’S MUSE AND MUSIC What, color is music? Is it the color of your lover’s eyes as you wade at water’s edge? Or more like the colors you view when a child’s giggle makes you young again? Then again, they could be muted colors……………………. opaque in nature, but suddenly you breathe on them and alas they glow once more Royal colors crowned and crowded with admirers who stand in awe of hues hewn with precision Yet if I had to make a decision I would be urged to opine that music is the color of enjoyment enveloping this entire planet which could be in peril Allow the music of***laughter to echo through the deepest tunnels and over every triumphant mountain Or music could be the color an artiste must employ to duplicate a reflection of joy which intrudes and reaches into one’s soul and tells you that no matter what, be content with that which you were blessed to own, And never fill your cup to overflow with the color of greediness or music made to grieve Music is not, of course the color of anger or jealousy As for me I am making music my master who advises me to do things zealously For after all, where would i be without the magic of music in the middle of madness at midnight? Whatever color music is I know it’s has to be majestically and brilliantly bright Yet cannot deafen us to all but mellow melodies That’s it Music is the color of a mid-August breeze when heat un-heavies your heart and music gives birth to ease Music is blue as that breeze which gently blew While Mrs. Levy’s laundry sways as it clings to a rope, suspended on the serenity of a symphony sewn of silk Music is the color of everything built and born of beauty that belies the notion that an emotion is nay a color as well And oh how much music is there in the vociferous voice of one single bell Music is the color of a hundred pipers piping as their numbers increase Music is made when a war has cause to cease Therefore music must be the color of peace © 2011.…. the indupitably prolific poet who, in a short time should be named poet lauriet of this site....me.....phreepoetree *t...* take the word “laughter” and make an “S” be the first letter before “L”