CoM, a language of form and colour

Musical sound acts directly on the soul and finds an echo there because, though to varying extents, music is innate in man. – “The Eurhythmics of Jacques-Dalcroze.”

“The composition arising from this harmony is a mingling of form and colour each with its separate existence, but each blended into a common life which is called a picture by the force of the inner need.” – Wassily Kandinsky.

I wrote for luck.
They sent me you.
I sent for juice.
You give me poison.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
Well not much – I’ve not been trained.
I can sit and stand, beg n’ roll over.
I don’t read.
I just guess.
There’s more than one sign.
But it’s getting less.
And you were wet.
But you’re getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you’re liar.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you’re clever.
And I wrote for luck.
And they sent me you.
And I sent for juice.
You give me poison.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet.
But you’re getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you’re clever.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you’re clever.
And when it’s hot.
You start to melt.
Cause you’re not made of jean.
You’re made of chocolate.
And when it’s cold.
You tend to crack.
You keep on piling out.
Not puttin’ back… – SWR

 

Colour of Music