When Listening

when listening to music I hear it played in colour two arythmic arcing shapes sway to moaning baby blues - then burst from syncopated sleek-hipped dreams, veiled they in smoke grey gaze where figures drift an' dive, mischief minds bedecked by clock face golden dandelions with far too little time for sweet euphoria.. when listening to music I feel it played in colour cerulean sweet the sky sprinkled by breeze divine all diving dun-bronzed blown birds, keen-eyed of ambered fawn 'neath flick-froth slip of wild white steeds riding the drift of damp eternity, where Davy guards the swaying weeds of green intaglio 'gainst coral rich.. when listening to music I dream it played in colour echoes roar in deep encrusted wombs caves - carved by sea-love insanity, thund'rous time an' crenelated moon flushed furious by blood-red storms.. wrecked rust the rocks without where gannets scream incessantly wailing widows' kin all chapel-held mid time-stained rich rainbowed glass.. when listening to music I hear it played in colour waves hold the puckled skin of love balladic undulations' lure aquamarine in endless flow swept onwards out by artist's brush 'pon canvas damp in endless mass.. throb colours rich displayed in song an' air so soft that dawn with silver night unites to share their hearts in evensong.. when listening to music I see colour dance my world