Since I am more of a writer and less of a visual artist, I would have to choose a world without color. Without color, all of us would have to find another characteristic to describe for nearly everything that we write about. A deep red rose becomes the beautifully twisted, pedaled flower, of velvet softness and the harshness of a cold and wintry night, pricking without remorse. I think it would be just as wonderful as the life I live now.

I'm afraid to admit that I cannot choose either aspect of this challenge, such is my love for both music and colour.

Without music how would I get through the worst days of my life when nothing is there to give me a lift? Music inspires me, it stimulates deep emotions, it raises me to the heavens and sets free my soul when all around me is mire.

Without colour what would art be? How could I pull out my paints and create great swathes of blues and greens and yellows...

How would the world seem with colour? A blue sky turned into a grey smudge, a wildflower meadow would die into a dull and lifeless wash. No, not for me.

You can have it.

I'd prefer a world without color

Because color only does much

Sure, it gives pizzazz to sight

But music can be so much more

Can make you laugh 'till you ache

Make you sob your heart out

Make you want to beat someone

Music can inspire, can create

Can cheer someone up

And don't we already love

Black-and-white pictures?

What would the difference be

If the entire world

Looked the same way