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
Copyright © Emma Green | Year Posted 2016
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