Paint The Masks With Your Voice Poem by Leylek D. Sovura

A blue melody ringing in my head,
colors dancing before my eyes,
i want to scream as loud as i can,
knowing i won't get a prize.

Paint the masks with your voice,
crack them up,
fill their void,
do not give them a choice,
to choose the colors, deary.

A true voice paints how he feels,
ascends how he wants,
cries how long he needs,
waits as long as he thinks,
and stays silent in the storms eye.

A sound, rivaling an angel,
a melody, straight from heaven,
a tone, healing the broken,
completes the palette.

Fill the room with sound,
laughter and joy,
everyone, everyone,
should join.
I can hear violett.