RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Playing Poetry - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Silently listening to Chopin, reaching out to his poetical
rhythms as they play my soul's harmony in depths of fantastic
Sideways and across, building to a crescendo then lowering
themselves to a whisper only I seem to hear.
Writing meanings to what I am hearing, fills me with
Awaiting to hear final products of imaginative music.
Losing myself in a bevy of cause and effect, carrying on to
realign chords and give them much more volume, so I can play
poetry along with the many instruments that I play.
Midnight sonatas built into etudes of E flat minor, taking
me on a tender voyage into heartache I always seem to have
Feeling emotions ever strengthening in my heart and soul,
accentuating the grieving hurts of all my yesterdays.
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