Tomb Of Lace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Finding spaces beneath the atmosphere, calculating formulas
of rhythms and matching them to notes and tones I hear
within.

Taking it all in magically, spiritually, enclosed in an
innocent tomb of delicate lace, bound in limitless edges of
yesterday, forsaking self in effortless movements of the mind.

Staccatoly standing over melodies without distaste, mired
in deepening emotions.

Claiming experience with innate talent as life carries on
by itself.