Music Turning Around, Listening To People Here Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tallying all the chords as they fall into measures of tones and
notes that have been strewn throughout the night, expressions
of oceans rising from between mountains, standing majestically
in the sun in another country.

Watching as videos come to mind, adjusting it to open up onto many
landscapes and portraits of our world, happening all the time, our
senses taking in everything around us.

Music turning around, now listening to the people here, smiling
because they can become the rhythms as music becomes each of us,
tickling our neurons, synapses and intellects with colors.

Bursting in the beauty of interior rainbows being played like a
harp being held by the cold air as we continue to blend with it
throughout this wonderful night being tantalized and captivated
by it all.