Rainbow piano/ rhapsody in blue

The wind section starts blowing.
Like the wind in the trees, playing out a sweet melody that would rival that of the birds
Cymbals crash to create
Poetry, only without words

The piano comes in
Hands sweeping up and down, in and out
In a flash of speeding digits
Black and white keys
Trilling out the same tune over and over

Like fingers on a keyboard
That ticka ticka tapa tap
As I write my own symphony
The music of language

The beat drops
The oboes and trumpets and saxaphones
Loudly express what they have to say
The violins create a backdrop that soothes the soul
Meanwhile, the pianist is still whirring along

Hands flying over keys
Black and white, black and white
I was always curious
As to why there were no more colors on the piano
After all, the song is called rhapsody in blue
You’re supposed to be able to hear the color

The saxaphones and trumpets are a regal gold
The oboe is sleek black and silver
The violins are cherry reds and nutmeg browns
Rich colors of the forest
But the piano?
Black. And white.

For something that creates such rich combinations of sound, it looks awfully boring.
Why not have a color gradient going up the keys-
A rainbow piano.

As you know, a rainbow is made
When the sun hits water in the sky
It makes something unexplainable
An unsung lullaby.

Three elements: fire, air, and water
Combined with the fourth and fifth:
The person standing on the ground
And looking up at it with a gaping jaw.

All the colors we know, naturally in one place
Such a delicious visual treat
Should be heard as well
Experienced in all ways possible

So let the soft pinks be the high pitched tinkling notes
That tell of the gentle rose buds, so full of innocence
Fade into powerful reds and oranges,
strong notes of fires and sunsets
Farther even, into the yellows
Warming and comforting like light that can be felt in your heart
Soothing greens, the color of the natural world
As the center of the bands, the center of the keys
Which all life and all music revolves around
Deeper into the lower notes, the blues- used as the background of songs
Like the water of the world, the oceans that are the constant rhythym
Obeying the moon, the constant hand that plays out a beat against the beach and against the quickly changing trills
Into the deepest, lowest notes that resonate in our chests
The gentle lilacs into the rich purples that are so rarely found
Filling us with a sense of wonder and mystery

One must learn to
Combine all the colors in the keys
If they wish to compose
the emotions they experience
into symphonies.