yellow is the sound of the gravel, blue the one of the sea
red flows over the carpet, orange fixes the tree
a sky, blue like a promise, touches ideas of green
colours blended to a new sound, bewildered, intense and keen
small rooms turn into spaces , wide open to transform
into kaleidoskop visions, the well-known to deform
the well-known to deform, the well-known to deform
spinning colours cause new patterns, one idea pervades it all
the blinds are all pushed open, the vision tears down the wall
red silence meets blue motion, seven houses on the hill
ev’rything’s obscurely stirring, although time is standing still
the gaze, drunken by the colours, weaves like never before
the sun throws colored shadows, which smoothly hatch the floor
which smoothly hatch the floor, which smoothly hatch the floor
Olaf Mextorf, 2016
