Forming New Instruments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slowly covering miles of ground
throughout life as age creeps closer to me.

Walking, looking through whatever comes along,
being curious, leveraging ideas into sight.

Attempting to match it all with abstract
cognition and finding all the right formulas
to be made into reality, of new inventions and
songs being sung about them.

Recognizing fibers of complete opposites,
making and forming new instruments to be
played by musicians in depths of rhythm.