An array of colour and sound,
Seeing a voice in a whole new light,
A kaleidoscopic spectrum,
Words told over again and again,
A motif really,
Such as the apple in Snow White's hand,
Each time you analyze you get something a bit deeper,
Whether it's your own inner finding or the writers code,
Take a bow or even an applause,
But modesty is more intriguing,
The kid who sits silent amongst the masses is always to be noticed,
My thoughts in an array of colour and sound,
Kaleidoscopic.
