The Music of Colors

It originates with a blank canvas. White. Eerie silence like snow drifting A fermata. Silence is music too. Then a sonata of yellow breaks the spell. The arpeggio of a laugh The trill of the buttery sun shinning through a canopy of leaves. Then red timbre intercedes warming the tone. The fortissimo of a polished apple The triplet of a beating heart. The rubato of blue instantly tones down the orchestra. A rippling pond plays a chromatic scale A tear drop strokes a resounding note. Then, White again. A last tacet. Don't hear it yet? Look closer. And listen.