Not the sad, depressed mind, kind.
Melodic turquoise reeds exhaling a sigh.
It’s the mood indigo as Miles blows. …
The tranquil teal image he sows.
Kinda upbeat, Kinda real sweet.
Not that sadness that steals the soul.
It’s the mind bending blue note of Mile’s horn.
Cyan notes dancing in your head ’til the break of dawn.
(There is more where that came from. . .)