Living In Modes Of Songs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A song talking to us, coming from a radio as we sat there listening to every song that was being played.

Staying awake, having eye contact, questions racing back and forth, non-stop through the night.

Holding hands as we got up and danced right there in the living room, stepping together upon the rug.

Living in moods of songs that kept us moving through its melodies, wanting to hear them over and over again.