Colour the Present with Sound

My left ear is small; uneven with a fold,

‘Not very pretty,’ I was once told.

In a world of make-up, filters and plastic,

Body acceptance is now rather drastic,

To my left ear, I give thanks -

Without you, I wouldn’t hear music’s rhythm and dance.

Because sound gives colour to the present,

The early bird's song my daily antidepressant.

I open my window and blue light pours in from the sky,

I hear the hushed conversations of a couple walking by,

Church bells chime and clash silver and gold,

Dispelling warmth into the breezy morning cold,

My left ear re-calls sweet nothings last night,

‘I love you,’ dissolves a world of black and white.

I switch on the radio and Bowie plays,

Starman’s electric colours blowing the cobwebs away.

I tiptoe on the kitchen tiles and sip some tea,

My imperfect ear connects the colourful world to me.