All the many greys
Timbres in a spectrum visual
Timbres in a spectrum visual
Monochromatic textures
In untouchable dimensions
Which I nonetheless
Touch
Monochromatic textures
In untouchable dimensions
Which I nonetheless
Touch
So too the beauty of the world
Its colour makes it vibrant
And lacking subtle textures
Diminishes its glory
I don’t know if it’s better
To be blinded by darkness or light
But I know it is shadow
Which gives form and texture
To an illuminated world
I love to follow the arc
Luxuriate in the sensation
Experience the emotion of tone
Map out the journey of my eye
Through the continents of shapes
Beauty
Such varieties
Among societies
So much beauty
In its peoples
Nothing stuns me more
Than when some implore
There’s but room enough
For One
This makes me take a sigh