Life In Composition

 My paintbrush brushed through the canvas,

Every stroke felt like an emotion unseen.

By the river, streams unknowingly flowed,

Life, full of colourful imagination,

Mixed with a bit of sunshine, but

Black and white felt safer than the colours

That flowed in the canvas like a dream.

I don't know why, but it was as if it longed to be seen by me,

Like the music notes, one octave higher

Than what should have been, seen lower

In the duration of time, a semibreve,

A whole note felt like a half note to me.

I guess it's all based on perspective,

On life, sometimes it's colourful and bright,

But it can also be black and white.

We have to learn to find our colours

And be a whole note that makes a composition complete.

It might take some time, but we can complete

The composition of life in our own time.