Ode to Music —Cheemnonso

I’ve seen the colour of music; yellow like a budding sunflower, with blotted petals clothed in tumeric; I’ve treaded her country, so idyllic; where love and lust tastes sweet and sour, and the dreams bequeathed inspire moments of magic; I’ve heard her melody, so angelic; easing my nightmares in the darkest hour as the cricketsContinue reading “Ode to Music —Cheemnonso”