"Come musicians!" and the
musicans of dance came dressed in sky blue. While the dances dressed
in blue waited, Father Sun called:"Come musicians!" and the
musicans of dance came dressed in sky blue. While the dances dressed
in blue waited, Father Sun called:
"Come
musicians!" and the flute players came dressed yellow, enjoying
gold milled by the Sun from the peaks of the world. How beautiful
the gold of the flutists! There were no musicians the color of
darkness. All shone translucent and happy, their gaze turned forward.