Classical Patterns Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Classical Patterns
Fingering classical rhythms in my mind, enjoying their
patterns and the denizens being made of them with each
note being played that I see.
A cacophony of forms and shapes, filtering through the
music to my intellect.
Running through the gamut of intricate fingerings,
softening my heart and echoing through my brain, lifting
me to heights of elative euphoria.
(11: 37 a.m. - 11/01/13)
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