Beyond Language Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Starting and stopping, circling rhythms that spin around,
touching me interiorly, thrilling and filling me with ex-
citement and fervor.

Loving vibrations as they titillate and entice me beyond
comprehension, beyond language even, touching the very
interior of self with fervent and lovely sounds.

Tones revolving and rotating into melodies and harmonies,
constantly and easily, slowly and steadily, taking me in-
to their depths.

Capturing my attention and folding me within it's dimen-
sions, giving total and delicious feelings, intensely en-
riching me with solace and serenity.

Filling my being so thoroughly and entirely, solid and
beautiful chords dancing around in my head, leading into
creative processes and onto plateaus filling spheres of
intellect.