Gathering Quietly In Exacting Beats Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gathering Quietly In Exacting Beats



Walls having textures of ocean waves, colored lights just
roaming and combing over them in a tantalizing motion that
touches neurons and synapses all night long.

Enticing minds of musicians as they move in and out of
tempos of music, gathering quietly in exacting beats, match-
ing them all the way through.

Friday, April 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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