Musical Rhythms Crossing Chasms Of Life And Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Avenues of musical rhythms crossing the chasms of life and
death, exercising emotions and feelings as we go on into
this night.

Feeling tempting instrumentals as they keep reminding mind
and intellect to keep their place in many spheres of a photo-
graphic memory.

Realizing the depths of silence as they fall incessantly into
measures of music, encouraging and playing with notes, tones
and colors now bursting into the early darkness all alone.