Gathering Information Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting here listening to music, but hearing
many conversations all around me.

At times doing this just because I am able to,
when tiring of it, going deeply within where I
am totally alone, not hearing anything.

Being absorbed totally in coded rhythms of music
while writing, exciting and energetic, following
notes and beats into the other side of intellect.

Collecting and gathering information, looking for
it innately, solemnly listening, tapping to beats
constantly, finding them leading me into other
dimensions.