In a pale blue room

Once red, then green, then yellow, now blue a dying woman lay gently across a brown tanned sofa with her feet towards the window and head towards the door in the narrow room.

She called out

Oh My Dear

Listen to the colors of that robin

Can’t you see it's lovely call

Oh how I could be carried away by its song

Oh now look my love

Don’t you smell the flowers on the breeze

Oh honey I do love everything outside here

Please bring me another hue of out there

And just as he was asked, the wordless man walked outside and returned with a bunch of brown and red grasses and a vibrant crocus.

The woman wailed in delight

Yes you’ve done it again! What a wonderful specimen

The man smiled weakly with eyes of warm copper

While the woman could hardly hear his birdsong the man hummed her to sleep.

The next morning she awoke to a place where the colors flew in symphony and she knew it was true.

The man awoke to the early morning light which had turned the pale blue to an ash gray- and the woman’s skin

He bowed his hatless head, took her hand and let it fall

In no more than a whisper

He left the room and went outside