Reading, Learning, Writing To Music For The Joy Of Hearing It's Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking into the blinding future of good times that are being
had in every moment where music and its rhythms begin to take
over.

Never letting a soothing balm of contemplation get lost for it
is needed in order to keep peace in the future of destiny,
allowing the body to feel its vibrations incessantly.

Having verve and energy while moving into circumferences of a lifetime, instruments having taken over even daily habits, ones
of reading, learning and writing to it just for the joy of hearing
rhythms blend and tangle with words in poetry.