The music in the clouds


There’s a color in music
as bright as the emotion
behind every raindrop
I’ve painted this portrait
with psychedelic hues
reflecting the fractures
and shadows growing
within something simple,
say hello or goodbye
but not for good or
worse, only for time
and its kin, hopeful
brushstrokes as steady
a beat as you’re likely
to find tracing footsteps
and fear word to word
and minute to minute.
There’s music waiting
in rain like colors hiding
behind passing clouds
and rain-soaked smiles,
like stories waiting on
the water’s surface for
the wind to stir the pot.

About today’s poem:
Never let a gray day take away
the color inside.



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