Billowing Feelings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rain sprinkling onto a screen, playing with notes of rhythm
scaling heights of a creative process, in wonderful ecstatic
music from 1987.

Holding its own even here in 2018, lively and energetic,
touching every sense within, feelings billowing into the
night air currents.

Living in the beauty of yesterday as lights blink off and
on upon the stage, musicians ready to start playing at a
nanosecond of rhythms.