Puzzle Pieces Of Music Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaping fruits of labor all through the years, reaching for
thoughts that have tremendous appetites for rhythm and music,
playing into forms of motion as they twist and turn.

In sync with strobe lights that never seem to time no matter
how late it is or how long the band continues to play, strum-
ming our hearts, taking over our minds with tempos and beats.

Incessantly bringing us into realms of beautiful portraits
being painted through imagery, color and sounds of lives that
are being lived to the fullest.

Every moment filled with desire and passion that never seems
to die down, just completing our minds, souls, hearts and in-
tellects with puzzle pieces of music and its complex rhythms,
beating back the hands of time, as we continue to cross the
line of acquiescence.