Words of colour

Painting noises,
play in colour,
when is why
with who my brother.

A noise of sunshine,
a subtle sound,
from behind us,
underground.

Secrets sorrows,
held within,
ever since,
it starts again.

What are words,
without a purpose?
A haven's drought,
of what is for trust.

Lies of many.
Lies of few.
See just what...
these lies can do.

Offset wisdom,
by sounding wise,
words are weird,
when in disguise.