Tasting Aromas Of Music Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Split-second thoughts accompanying rhythms, splurging automat-
ically into the darkness, sparking lights of colors that seem
to sing and dance to music, feelings rising in the distance.

Spinning and revolving in new designs and patterns forming in
this mind colorfully, running together in rhythms of melody
that flash and burn into the night.

Rushing and strutting along edges of harmony, playing intrinsic
and intricate melodies of time that sidestep ordinary means be-
cause thinking is being kept outside the box religiously.

Having a spiritual intent racing up and down scales of involve-
ment and deepening expressions of life in their ever-changing
vibrant colors.

Intensifying ingenuity and intellect in the process, innate
talent investigating every motion, movement and tone as it
continues to reciprocate interiorly.

An intrinsic style of it's own, bending and twisting, find-
ing that it fits inventive thoughts along passages of time,
as harmony finds itself being carried into interior dimensions.

Filled with fortitude, strengthening ties with an intense
silence of purpose, delivering intriguing sounds of color that
flavorfully taste aromas of music sent into the atmosphere.

Drums beating incessantly in depths of energy and it's sole
purpose, beating semblances of another time in the past before
intellect became so sophisticated.

Spraying against the figurative expressions of another vision,
finding itself in the midst of yesterday's tides of life that
give poetry motion through memories.