Colors Galore
Color is the keyboard
Fingers are the hammers
The soul is the piano
an abundance of strings
Artistically attached
the artist is the hand
Touching one key, after another
slowly opening the heart
numerous vibrations
suddenly hears an echo
more colors galore
varying intensity
petrified with fear
yet with an amorous touch
of the simpatico keys
fresh possibilites
of harmony exceed
beyond the realm