Music's Hue

I hear your notes of solid green
Purple hues which writhe and teem
On currents held within your ears
No finite laughter, or subtle tears
 
Strings quiver from your every touch
Fingers dance in measured time
Silently, both embraced and clutched
Enticed with trances so divine
 
Azure tints spit from the wood
Taking stock of where we stood.
Speaking of love, lost then found
Unaware of its resound
I hear the tales of gloom and woe
It's infectious touch
With venom it's sowed
 
I fear the end as tempo ebbs
Advising sounds to take their place
But soflty you contort and blend
Never losing tempo's pace