Life Treasured In Melodies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Enjoying sounds of a guitar tuning into sticks banging
rhythms along with the drummer, satisfied that life is
held and treasured in melodies of expansive measures.

All held in coded rhythms and chords galloping up and
down, taking this heart into depths of musical inter-
ludes.

Always on edges of rhythms, then being pulled totally
into the beauty of sound and color, taking steps silent-
ly and holding onto beats in unison all night.