Listening Harmonically Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tonight, reaching into interior depths of rhythms,
holding onto them so intensely, able to go on
writing and listening every night that I am alive.

Having no limits or boundaries keeping me stuck
in ruts of this life, like what usually happens
when we age.

Struck with light rhythms, striking like lightening,
thunder sounding ever louder as I listen harmonically
with an intense desire to have music never stop.