Held In Air Patterns Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rigid, flowing rhythms bending and swaying in tempos and
measures of chords, forever holding me in air patterns.

Keeping me soaring from areas of heaven, leaving self
immersed in depths of imagination.

Swerving, being tantalized and enjoying every moment
that comes, exciting me no end, wonderful and thrilling
how music makes me feel.

Longing and desire filling me through the rhythms being
played incessantly, always bringing my intellect into a
garden of roses intellectually imaginative.