A Stage Filled With Colors Of Lights Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms gliding so smoothly across the dance floor as
couples sashay around the room while Cold Front plays
upon a stage filled with colors of lights.

Blossoming atop musicians while dancing commences,
pushing music like a train going uphill with a load
of dancers moving forward into the night.

Nothing else mattering while the music's playing,
needing this break from work, traffic and turmoil,
silently loving the music tonight.