Fiddling Music Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Music being fiddled on a violin, taking us into the sky
above country roads, never tiring of the natural scenery
as we travel beyond it.

On our way into other dimensions far from home, loving
to see the landscapes and portraits of imagery in liter-
ature as poems are written steadily.

Always in desires of a beautiful and innocent nature, a
silence that's contoured in shapes where we will find our
way to our homes eventually, never being lost at all.