Reaching Into My Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strange sounds come beating rapidly from weird Al Yankovich,
tempting me to write quickly, mind smiling at his parodies
of other's songs.

Always giving me feelings of joy and happiness as I listen
and write, so totally funny and yet enticing as I listen, a
completely wonderful experience giving an exhilaration to me.

So beautiful, giving thoughts a race for their time then
stopping, alive and running, strumming, taking me down avenues
of enlivening tempos, energizing my mind with lovely sounds.

Reaching into my mind, touching upon melodies that are being
encrypted solidly, as I run faster through concepts and ideas,
thoughts running up and down staircases of intellect.

There's no letting up, keeping me moving and thinking, now
slowing down, every breath I take, keeping up with rhythms,
making me breathless, needing air.

Rushing quickly through every measure in rhythm and time,
getting around through tempos as fast as possible to keep
up with the music.