Thumbing Melodies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Jumping for joy, skipping down rows of gardens, happy as a lark in spring.
Everything crowding my mind with their beauty and tender essences of fragrant desire.
Thoughtful rendezvous, becoming a new episode in a difficult life.
Thumbing melodies absently on the piano, thinking in notes, seeing their pictures being arranged by intellect.
Harmony gathering it's skirts and waltzing into the mix, helping to culminate another etude in a poetical musician's mind.