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THE COLOR OF THE WIND WHICH IS WEDDED TO WINTER'S MUSE AND MUSIC

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THE COLOR OF THE WIND WHICH IS WEDDED TO WINTER'S MUSE AND MUSIC

  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 when joy 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
And can deafen us to all but mellow melodies
That’s it
Music is the color of a  mid-August breeze 
when heat 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.….Poefree
 * take the word “laughter” and make an “S” be the first letter before “L”



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