Essence Of Our Hearts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Racking up notes on instruments, not able to do anything
but rock and roll, having the time of our lives while
tempos continue to reach into depths of our hearts.

Colorful and touching the very essence of one another,
watching as our passion rises and fills up our entire
beings through this fascinating evening.

Tripping in and out of measures of music, never getting
left behind in this extraordinary human life on this ex-
traordinary planet.

A beautiful and temporary life that disappears way too
fast, leaving only sadness behind us when death silences
our beings on earth.