She sings in color, the alluring Light,
over snow-covered mountains, the water, the plains,
and all the while, Springtime, she dancesthrough woodlands, under ice,
to the lilt of light’s sweetest refrains.
She sings in color, the alluring Light,painting music like Renoir on scaffolds of gray,
timbre-toned melodies and warm-tinted rains,
and all the while, Springtime, she dances.It’s really a romance, the dance and the song.
“We’ll wine and we’ll dine, drinking golden champagnes!”
she sings in color, the alluring Light.She teases the dancer to spin her red love
to make zephyr harmony over winter’s remains.
She sings in color, the alluring Light,
and all the while, Springtime, she dances.
This is so totally wonderful, the light, the color. And painting music like Renoir on scaffolds of gray.