Latent Stillness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to the house of the rising sun, twisting and
turning throughout the melody, picking and strumming my
mind with it's rhythms.

Taking me along for the ride through harmony and tempos,
giving me a thrill as I look around my mind at colors
exploding through notes being played with my heart.

Noticing the quiet and reticent feelings and emotions
just swaying with the music, not joining in at all, re-
laxing and enjoying the latent stillness surrounding me.