“What colors would you like?”
If only I could dip my brush
Into the vast galaxy,
And paint no black or white.
With red, I’d paint
The open walls of a dance studio.
But there’s no need.
The dancers paint the world
With their own passion of movement.
I would paint the singers voice blue,
Resignating echoes of sensitivity and inspiration.
But there’s no need
Their emotions are vibrantly splashed
Like water upon the audience.
I could swipe my brush with pink
And paint the brides cheeks and lips.
But there’s overflowing anticipation in her eyes,
and that’s enough.
There’s no need to paint
With the masters palate.
In a black and white world,
Souls shine through more boldly
Than any color at all.
“Ma’am, what color?!”
Just black and white”