On a day of grey skies and a drizzling rain,
we met an old wizard on pondering lane.
We asked him: “Please show us a world where we see
how people are living their colours all free.”
The old wizard smiled as a rainbow appeared:
"Look at this bridge in thousands of colours
of thousands of droplets of water, so clear.
It leads to a world to our eyes the most dear:
the colourful show of the dance around gold.
But these colours will fade, and the bridge will not hold.
Now close your eyes, and open your ears:
flow with the colours of life you can héar."
We closed our eyes and we opened our ears...
Then the tiniest sound, to our souls the most dear,
appeared from a depth, both far and so near.
A magical melody, painfully light,
opened a world all honest and bright.
Music was in us, around us, between us.
Feeling a truth like it always had been us.
Thousands of sounds in thousands of colours
in thousands of droplets of being, all part:
colours of life flowing straight through the heart.
