When the Channels Are Open
Distant strains of piano music
dance into my ears;
colors of vibrancy waiting
to take away my sorrows.
Somewhere black and white keys,
are laughing to the tickle
of nimble fingers;
that tickle my artistic fancies.
A canvas of Beethoven, Bach
or Mendelssohn fills my imagination
and my brush dips, ever so carefully,
into a palette full of elation.
The ecstasy of the arts,
spiritual adventures abounding.
The eyes, ears and spirit are blessed
to receive such sacred secrets.
The colors of music are black and white;
exploding into a billion etheric pigments.
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