Melodies Swinging Like Vines Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Focusing on sounds of instruments playing, guitar strumming
gently through the night, taking me into a picturesque land-
scape that beats within my heart.

Going along with rhythms, melodies swinging like vines in my
mind, following measures of notes in and out of time, living
syncophantly through each and everyone of them.

Sashaying down avenues of each tempo as it keeps time with the
beating of my heart in every song being played by a wonderful
musician tonight.