Giving Pleasure Its Space Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Simple picking of guitars giving pleasure its space in people's
lives, choosing to look into details of many rhythms as they
are loosened and swept away like wind in a storm.

One that rages every time music starts playing, grasping minds,
hearts, spirits and a bluened light of the Divine, adjusting
and taking steps across inner ravines and into canyons of life.

Taking our breath away, jouncing, bouncing across stages all
through life, never missing a beat, loving the sounds of beats
that entertain many people all the time.