Fireworks Of Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Music boxes playing lilting melodies, as turning
they're keys, I listen joyfully to what they're
playing so tenderly and lovely in these most
respected hours of the night.

Stars gazing down upon me as I write, wondering
at how fireworks of intellect continue to appear,
inspiring every moment with words as they are
translated into chords of eternal emotion.

Never bemoaning existence, taking me continually
off into the wide blue yonder to find other ways
to express all that I think in inner minds of
intellectual imagination.

Striving to be always above board and truthful in
every chord I compose and take in faith, through the
moments of writing that are eternally mine.