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
intellect.

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
anticipation.

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
near me.

Feeling emotions ever strengthening in my heart and soul,
accentuating the grieving hurts of all my yesterdays.