Hermetically Touched Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to melodies as they take me soaring into other
atmospheres far from earth's, being touched hermetically
with a lonely solitude capturing feelings and emotions.

Calculating measures of rhythms and the chords that are
being played so forthrightly in depths of intense music,
mind thinking alongside and within each measure.

Keeping time with music, tempting intellect to intoxica-
tion with the exquisite elixir of God-given innate gifts,
thanking Him for each of them, always grateful for His
presence in my life.