Chords Breaking Free Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stridently progressing into tomorrow's repertoire of history
in the making.

Guiding and leading patterns, existing perfectly in a space
of unknown peace.

Tranquilly unfolding like a rose, appearing to become a
bouquet all on it's own impetuous.

Taking care to allow every atom of being to be immersed in
total concentration with the tides of energetic and sublime
thought.

Chords breaking free and running wild, galloping quickly
into another trail through forests of imagination.

Sliding into it's depths without any effort whatsoever,
talently bringing about the exercise of music that I dearly
love and want to be a part of.