Thursday, April 21, 2011

Rachmaninov

his deep voice unrolls and you are transfixed

standing at the pulpit
------------he is stained glass

you are the only one there listening
colours dazzle eyes telling of
purple sadness
-----crimson love
---------blue joy
-------------green hope
-----------------black despair
pure white divinity

the colours echo your soul until
the depths of being are exposed

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