The Colors of Music

Arina played the ferns. They sprung up with a mellow bounce of the bow from soft piles of baseline dirt. Fronds curled as the melody twisted and suddenly sunlight filled the meadow! Kristov's fingers twirled around his viola, plucking out stars and stretching the rays of the sun one whole note at a time. he smiled at Arina, who continued to sweep across the meadow floor so that an infinite number of tiny roots started to sprout. Kristov glissed down his string and a sprinkling dew adorned leafy buds, glimmering in the sunlight.

Then Rose brought her bow to her violin and started playing a light, summery melody. Petals opened and the sun ripened with the viola harmony. The meadow was now a beaming forest with a tropical wind blowing a mournful tune through the leaves of adagio lilac trees.

All three players nodded to ben. He opened his first-violin sheet music and sat up straight, placing his bow on the instrument. Rose smiled to herself when he caught her eye in a mischievous glance.

Grass tips were turning lavender at Arina's melody, and blue-tinged clouds flew low over the rising foliage when suddenly-

A cascade of butterflies trilled out from the forest floor, sweeping in random glossy patterns of thirtysecond notes. Palm trees burst from hiding places, ripples and waterfalls spread into ponds and trickled through the music.

A warm breeze wafted through the forest and lifted up all the sheet music, bearing it away on itself into the coming sunset.

"Ahhhh," the world sighed contentedly.