World Of Poetry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living in a world of poetry, its essence filling this being
totally inside and out, listening to stories being told in
and through every measure and chord being played.

A guitarist strumming while his partner sings, time never
measured in any melody, its irrelevant because music only
knows how to beat in synch with drums and other instruments.

Collecting notes and tones in an amazing variety, silence
being emptied into rapid musical interludes quickly and
beautifully, never missing a beat.

Time is irrelevant in the midst of the intensity of notes
being touched and played through hearts of musicians, for
they make time stand still.

Helping us to recollect memories of growing up, special
occasions and events that once meant so much to each of us
and now having a chance to relive them.