Musical Acuity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traces of tears falling behind pictures, hiding in corners of deepest canyons within my mind.
Settling down with musical volumes of acuity, fingering every bit of energy as it flows downstream, engaging every synapse in my brain; exercising all the neurons in time with musical splendor.
Taking place within spaces of integrity, displacing anger and emotional turmoil.
Placing detrimental facets of yesterday's life in books of photographical order.