Fingers Reciting Notes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms tapping slowly as fingers recite notes, always
touching an innate knowledge and wisdom that never
dissipates or disappears.

Standing strong and tall as every note and tempo plays
to this mind, rushing them into an open and curious
beat of what was heard in the past.

Being laid to rest now, because that's what needs to
be done in order to survive all these years as life re-
volves, continuing to stay on dusty trails of the past.