Memories Being Made Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Just twirling in this joint filled with rhythms, where every
one dances and finds that memories are being made in fabrics
of rhythmic musical interludes.

Capturing the essence of many spheres all at once, determin-
ing the distance of hearts from one another, exploding tempos
as they're taken carefully into sounds of color time and again.

Touching every sense with a clear and focused consciousness,
never worried about where this lively and vibrant band comes
from, as long as they continue playing our favorite songs.

Always multiplying and dividing the essence of believeability
to enter into each of our senses throughout the evening, tempt-
ing and finding ways to be enlivened in life.