Emily Dickenson Award Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Music playing softly, floating through the air, lying just
above everyone's head, waiting to settle into their minds.

Becoming part of a memory to keep in time, treasuring like
a trinket or a once loved toy of a little boy.

Something to play with on a cold and lonely day, while the
beauty of it stays forever in a heart.

Playing strings of feelings deeply embedded in a pile of
tears, left running down cheeks of many forgotten times.

Recalled now for just a moment and kept alive inside a great
mind.