Hidden Laybrinths Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tonal quality reaching a perfect pitch, penetrating
audio ears with listening intensity.
Brightly colored feelings jutting from my insides,
as Yanni continues to play my heart.
Walking heavily through this mind, leaving
impressions, indelibly, in a timeless circle of
imagination.
Pressing keys, lights blaring colors, drums catering
to rhythm and rhyme as all parts of humanness melt
into one etude, standing on edges of harmony,
practicing daily, their way to excellent thought-
provoking works of musical art.
Stepping in time, entire anatomy's are filled with
sublime energy and precocious annuity.
Stretched beyond endurance, all areas of this brain
have been enhanced and attuned to labyrinths in
hidden times of reality.