RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Reaching for motions of rhythm being scattered about
in depths of mind-altering thoughts.
Attempting to grasp and place them into orchestrations
of classical instrumentation, giving them a novel
sound to be used everywhere in concerts and songs.
Taking off, soaring musically, fitting in with the
pictures I can now see.
Designed and discovered in moments of intelligent
provisional methods, now being able to be used for
aspirations of great musicians.
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