Blatant Melodies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Knowing familiar tunes just from their first few notes, hearing them in perfect pitches, splendidly appreciated in every corner of my brain.
Grasping sounds of a foreign language, listening to intonations as they regroup in my mind with singular rhythms of constant usage.
Filling my mind with their honest, blatant melodies, striving to mention every inflection of another's voice as she sings through the night.
Standing alone, spreading her voice over the crowd as her husband beats out every rhythm in time.
Comfortably attributing seconds to write out musical compositions and prose together at the same time - unendingly sublime and finally ending on the exact same note.