Lonely Rhythms Moving In Our Hearts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Beating on drums with lonely rhythms moving in our hearts, taking
us into musical depths along with the band, recreating individual
senses, making them turn into creative processes that will keep our
hearts together.

No one able to touch us like the music does while listening and
praying for someone to understand the loneliness, emptiness and
sorrow filling the surrounding ground with water from our tears.

No one even noticing anything as the drums continue beating to the
melody of coded rhythms, undivided attention coming from depths
that no one else could ever understand.

Going our way, knowing there has to be a way to find just one
person who can be an empath, singing and hoping for an answering
reply.