Aoede

Aoede stared into her glass of water as she asked mildly, "How are they conflicting images?"

"As I just said, they evoke completely different responses!  Fire is something powerful, sure, but it also inspires fear.  Houses burning down, lives ruined, forests razed, etc.  Water is more calming, a quiet force.  Everything that happens around water is done beneath the surface."

Jane frowned.  "I think you're looking at it the wrong way, Rhea.  Those are different sides of fire and water, yes.  But Aoede has a point.  Both of them are important symbols of life and death.  I mean, if you look at religions, many belief systems feel that both elements purify things.  That's more in line with what I'm thinking.  Cleansing, refreshing, rebuilding."

Rhea shrugged, but spared an unfriendly look at Aoede.  "Certainly.  Do what you think is best, Jane, dear.  It's your song and I want you to be completely happy with it."

"You know, Jane, you might want to include some color imagery.  It's only a suggestion, but different colors evoke different feelings.  Rhea has a point.  You want to evoke emotion, so that people understand where you're coming from.  Cooler colors, such as greens and blues and purples are more calming and restful.  Warmer colors, reds, oranges, yellows, and the like, are more lively and vibrant.  If you play with color imagery it could add a different aspect to your song.  For example, the distant fire colors the sky in splashes of red and orange.  As the sun sets, it's beautiful.  But coming from a fire, it is more ominous.  It's just something to think about."

Jane nodded.  "I never thought of that.  Thanks Aoede."  She wrote the word colors on her sheet of paper.

"Well," groaned Rhea, standing, "I think it's time for me to go.  I do have things to do.  Jane, it's been wonderful to see you.  Aoede, I would like to say it has been a pleasure, but instead I'll say it's been interesting."  She nodded to both of them, went to put her glass in the sink, and left the apartment.