Rainbow.
One of the most mysterious of phenomena. A mystery within a mystery.
Harmony in chaos.
It appears out of nothing and disperses, disappears into nothing.
It unites the things that resist uniting.
It gives birth to the perfect. It makes one forget everything.
It knows its own value and, what is of most importance, it knows where to stop.
Reasonable limits...
Unfortunately, few are able to keep within them.
One could even say a handful can muster that.
The measure of taste.
The choice of colour.
The combination of colours.
Proportions. As well as time. Music. Colour without music?! How could you even imagine that?
Or you might never have seen a rainbow?!
Could it have been born without music?