Chords Of Delight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Voices calling from interior depths to move into the excite-
ment music is creating tonight, strutting in measures of
rhythm like a stray cat looking for a meal in back alleys
of Phoenix, Arizona.

Stepping up and down to tempos, looing in out of the way
places fore just a morsel to taste keeping me going yet
for a while through chords of delight.

Enticing mind and intellect with a delicious insight in-
to depths of each and every tune tonight, giving everyone
a way to relax.