Striking a note
In an octave higher than expected
To break the noise
White. Jumbled.
The keys and valves turn
And face the lack of color
Jittering voices clash.
Red and blue.
A melody is enunciated from the rest
Green
Orange
Red again
Yellow
Bronze weaves in a tone of azure
In black and silver, a grassy note
The mimes find cerise clarity
And from bowls flows bourbon wine
Uplift in maroon
Syncopated forest
A beige fermata
Crash in gold
Medley o' colour
Broken to bloom
Adjoined together
Haphazard glue
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
