Carrying Music To New Heights Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tearing the house down, rocking this town, taking no prisoners
at all, enjoying outcomes as they come about, rolling, then
ripping rhythms long into the night.

Falling into steps and strides of an accented rhythmic ballad
as it takes us down corridors of what we once used to live in,
now looking for those times of simplicity and serenity.

An energy being possessed internally, being in the moment, a
juxtaposition of reality and imagination, never slowing down,
being totally immersed in depths of chords and tempos.

They delightfully tangle and grasp hold of this mere poet's
mind and intellect, using moods of pleasure and joy to in-
crease and toy with the band.

Strolling along shores that hide what we want and need the
most, blatant noise now carrying music to new heights and
depths all night long.