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.
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