Temporary Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening intently to patterns of density in rhythms, and locating inner portraits of yesterday's tomorrow.
Following exacting measures, counting every beat with precision and holding on to musical interludes everlastingly.
Brightened illumination creases my mind, unfolding it openly to be seen in timeless harmonies.
Always sitting on edges, bringing up many views of life that I can see and express.
Totally concentrating in every avenue of imagination's treasure chest, feeling the warmth of an energy becoming who I am and existing on a plain by myself.
Needing nothing but a pen and paper while listening to music, keeping time with every moment as it exists temporarily.