RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Gifted Alone - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Watching people, watching me, sitting here in my mind,
seeing the wonder in their eyes as they are constantly
amazed at exactly how I write to music.
Playing the piano in my mind while tapping out their
rhythms with my left hand and constantly and incessantly
writing with my right hand.
A feat that I'm privy to here on earth, as it is my gift
alone to use, the only person in the world who can
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