Brink Of Another Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wringing notes from melodies being played by Benny and
the Jets, striking our minds with effervescent chords,
tabulating measures as each one touched intellect.

Flowing in succession, a perfect pitch joining in, grabb-
ing our attention, a tempest of rhythm filling every move-
ment of inner joy and intense purity of sounds being played.

Attuned to the tones and noticing notes as it blends with
the jumble and rumble going on inside of my being, fulfill-
ing intense feelings and emotions.

Changing interior moods from waning attention to positive
beautiful attitudes that will touch our beings everlastingly,
staccato beats marching into the darkness.

Rhythms carrying us to the brink of another time and place
in the past, yesterday being remembered in the music being
played on stage right now.