Grasping Anticipation In Hands Of Desire Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Musicians sharing music as they play upon the stage, melding language with beats of rhythms, giving extraordinary tempos a chance to mysteriously tempt others.

In depths of interior twilight, it rises from the the desert floor into the sky, leaving a beautiful scent behind while delivering arid, lively positions in lengths of yesterday's lifelines.

Retroactively circling the world in mind and intellect, nothing taken from it as musical rhythms continue playing melodies and finding their way into pleasure centers of the brain.

Taking natural flowers blossoming above in heaven, grasping an anticipation in hands of desire, using an intense energy that keeps building, never ending.

A wonderful, exciting way to participate in a poetical life, ad-
justing minds to focus on every note throughout challenges of another time and place.

Reaching out to wonder and curiosity of all who understand reasons and logic as they come into being, giving an intense feeling of ancient drums playing on edges of life.

Our sunsetical horizons showing the beauty of our world in living color as sounds burst into pieces of puzzles left alone by a life that walked away one day.

Leaving all harmonies in depths of yesterday's moods and positive attitudes, bursting open the beauty hidden behind shadows as music opens doors and windows of the mind.

Accents of other languages making no difference at all because music is a universal language, both spoken and heartfelt within each individual.