RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Mathematical Nature - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Music's special light beckons to me to travel over lands
of infinite imagination, filling me with a liveliness
and pep unlike any other.
Etudes forming and creating themselves, folding and
unfolding meanings of lyrical words.
Tossing notes around, matching them, with mathematical
beats of careful existence, being serenaded by lovely, intuitive musical scores.
Lifetimes being carefully held in instruments of future poetical natures, always awaiting the forward motion of music's impetuous behavior.
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Motioning to my soul,
reaching it's serene depths
in whispering awe of it's
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