Enlivening Silence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reeling in rhythms of a fiddler as he takes us down pathways
of an imaginative relay race, moving rapidly even while the
violin doesn't move.

Its bow sliding across the strings being touched, moonlight
stretching itself upon earth, shining through a window, en-
livening the silence that's sitting about Wagon Yard.

Wind may be blowing outdoors, but inside breezes are flowing
from instruments of the band, people up and dancing together
feeling a peaceful calm within their souls.

Everyone enjoying musical rhythms as they're being defined,
giving pleasure that continues to touch pleasure zones of our
brains, taking us wholly into priceless rhythms of songs.