Signature Magic Of Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thumping beats striking chords of a mind, swinging them about
like someone with nunchucks in a karate dojo, a different
approach, one that seems to sit well in depths of a mind.

Capturing positive attitudes, hiding in dark corners of this
area, climbing and looking into the future, no one being the
wiser tonight.

Embellishing ordinary and mundane sounds of an insistent pas-
time of old, starting on a line of demarcation, allowing noth-
ing to mess with its formation.

Placing an order for unattached strings to belie old ways,
bounding sounds playing in rounds of transitional portrayals
as we listen and gather all melodies and harmonies as one.

Circling the stage while we all look on, a masterful and very
mysterious peek at a new musical sound coming into being, a
fascinating source of rhythms that cannot be banished in this
world, a signature magic of rhythms now expanding and flowing
to tides of exacting lunar moon rays.