Oρφεύς)

The colours of character of one as strong and mournful as Orpheus are laden with potent and inherent sentimentality. It is the reason for music to cry. He played the lyre, he charmed the world, the underworld, Hades and Persephone, brought back Eurydice from where people had lond ceased returning . But , it was lost. All was a flashpoint in the ripples of the communion of Dionysus. A glance was the counter price for his music.

"Dancing maenads , dancing maenads, please don't dance too low. No song nor line, no light nor hue, can ever sing that song you love."

The symbolism of orpheuses head on the lyre after being killed by the meanads of Dionysus, floating through the rivers filled the senses of a person I never knew with the colour of sorrow.

In the memory of symbolic gestures we never forget, but seldom see, I salute not Orpheus, but the "hue" in his mythology. The tint in the complexity of being.