Accessing Purposes Of Musical Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Ghostly-sounding music, guitars sliding up and down many chords,
accessing purposes of their musical rhythms, holding them sacred-
ly in a silent expression of color.

One that penetrates mind and intellect no matter what's going on
in a surrounding atmosphere, slowly moving, singing being intro-
duced in patterns of lyrics.

There they are stretched, bent, and placed in depths of musical
hearts who are hidden in many of the people here listening to a
band at Desert Ridge Mall.

All joining entirely in the midst of gallant rhythms, each of
them delving into memories of yesterday in order to develop
new songs and music.