The Sound of Yellow

Yellow is the sound of deep, rich strings,

Freedom, goodbyes, rubber gloves.

A chorus of colour, waterfall of light.

Is rain even rain if you can’t hear it?

A sewing machine sings,

Garments music to my eyes.

Words on paper devoured by your gaze.

Plants only green because they aren’t.

Spectrums of mood,

Of identity, of value.

Listen to the purple

In the spaces in between.

A blank page

longing to be filled.

To be the prism

For your melody, voice, image.

To live is to see sound,

Hear hue, feel phrase.

To be the canvas

On which the music can play.