Inner Heartstrings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gliding and plucking strings of a violin, energizing a mind
with it's definite rhythm, while touching inner heartstrings
with sweetened melodies.

Playing sadness and sorrow deeply held within a being, giving
them expression and definition in musical translations of
meaning.

Coercing tears to spill out upon the violin, gathering like
dew drops in an early morning dawn.

Fingering every note with agile dexterity and a beautiful
array of chords, arranged in bouquets, quickly and rapidly
forming into poetical words of another poem.

Circling, reaching ever deeper for definition in a musical
composition, feeling this soul growing lighter with each
measure.

So totally being encompassed within the rhythms of heavenly
grace.