Rounding Up Music In Circles Of Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Music being rounded up in circles of rhythms that entice and applaud an inner innate talent, specially trusted, no longer hanging about in a lonely passageway.

No one ever there to turn on the beauty of what should be happening in life, but never seems to happen, so what's a woman to do?

Nothing, for it's just too much to lose, not wanting to let rhythms of life be let go, instead soaring in an interior life of spirituality.