Hidden Joys Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hidden joys are found by the sounds of classical music
wending it's way through my brain.
Caressing it tenderly, feeling it's joy, being touched
as it touches gently, heart strings of my soul.
No where can this blissful peace be found, except
interiorly in a vast dimension of imagination.
Titillating the very essence of my being, causing it
to respond and reach towards wonderful things I feel
from beyond my understanding.
Wanting to dance closely, notes of inner joy attach to
those of bereavement, filling the loneliness somehow
with a space of happiness.
Carefully guarding and protecting these wonderful
whisperings, bringing to my mind all the happiness and
joy of mankind.
Withholding nothing as I wipe tears of heaven gently
from my face, no more to weep upon this hardened ground.
Falling into musical scores of heaven and immediately
disappearing from sight.
My eyes seeing nothing as they contemplate all-knowing
wisdom on another level, out of reach of mortal man
tonight.