Photos on the wall
stories they could tell
or they could sell
show me that you understand
indent and reach my hand
the sound of food
the color of music
why is life kept to ourselves?
but the stillness captured?
imagine black and white
to the places of hue
walking up the rainbow?
either joy or such sorrow
I’m trying to be what you are
clinging on walls but located afar
hopes that you portray
for faces that needs to stay
will children and the old?
reminisce and hold
happiness, sweetness, colors!
threads, surprises! spices,
salt and black pepper, to blue water
petty chefs, dressed in white
a food for the soul..
-kev
100710
(picture taken using our new pl 151 ^_^)
@romamia ayala center Cebu