Hearing Colors

When I see in colors I say Yes softly or loudly and usually in-between depending on our vibrancy together. When we see in black and white, we say maybe yes and perhaps not and other shades of ambivalent grey. I cannot see in black as I cannot see white at all except perhaps as shades of transparency. When I hear in resonant music I say Yes to truths of resolution, trusting resilient motions of emotion integrity of life life as integrity potentiating further regenerations; new songs for perpetuating tomorrow. When I hear in words I'm listening for what's missing. Lyrics without a melody are more disappointing works. I see best in full dressed color and hear our dynamic truths most resonantly as music in soft sizzling preludes on through conflagrations loud climatic revolutions followed by silence black as night waiting for white bright dawning colors dancing new music vibrant washed. Learning in full octave ranges we can see a child listening for a parent seeing community developers and violators seeing fellow politicians longing to write and read hear and speak poetry together while seeing as musicians swelling gospel choirs and drumming burning orchestrations of co-redeeming music in full non-flagging flames of color. When we hear in colors we see full octave best until it's time for rest notes that last until they don't turn just right bright vibrant multicolors.