The garden speaks in color, each flower a note, each hue a chord in a symphonic silence. In this verdant theater, petals play the role of forgotten melodies, whispers left unuttered, recounted in hues of bizarre beauty.
The reds of the tulips: a lingering crescendo, often overplayed yet oft-muted when the wind sings in stripes of recollection. Blue forget-me-nots: notes descending a scale, the sky's remembrance descending in their chromatic plummet. Yellows and oranges of marigolds: staccato bursts dancing, frenetic joy played backward to a tempo only nature understands.
Grasp how the colors pulse in synchrony, a choir robust, reminding one that silence is replete with stories left fragmented in their tones.
Echo of Birdsong Fields of Violet