Composing with the shades of rainbow-light...
Brushes in my hand, weaving lines and tunes into the shades...
Words strung like beads on a string fall featherlight on a thin surface...
A song to see...
Rainbow-light grows into whispered words of a high-pitched rhapsody...
A song to see.
“ Forza Nove”
“ Blue Sfere”
“ Ins Blaue Hinein”
“ A Tre”
“ Propeller”
“ Pentagon”
“ Fiera”
“ Parapluutjes”
