Color is power, color is the universe, color is everything
and with no color there’s no creation. Colors are usually seen, but when you
can depict color out of what you hear, it’s when you know color had a whole new
different meaning, when you hear colors speaking, arguing while dancing on the
lines of a symphony, it when you’d give up your sight, your taste and your ability
to breath, it’s when you surrender to every vibration of a blessed string of every
instrument playing the sounds, the colors and the smells of every scene of
Amman. Old to new, new to old, colored to black, day to night you listen, you
see, and you feel every note passing through your veins to move you
unintentionally, unconsciously to jump, to applause, to remember everything you
thought will never be true. You remember you still can, when you see a painting
of success a head of you, when you know it’s not hard to be the one and only..
Dedicated to and inspired by the international Jordanian
piano prodigy “Zade Dirani”.
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