Belonging To The Music Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Still, silent, rhythms kicking within, taking me
ecstatically into outer limits of this atmosphere.

Swishing, rocking throughout an interior universe
belonging to the music and nothing else mattering.

So calm and relaxed as I write, drums beating in-
cessantly, guitars strumming, all touching my heart.

Genuine rhythms leaving no room for anything else
to enter, so glad for this innate gift and talent.

Pleasing me no end, treasured beyond this life,
giving me the energy to live the rest of my life.