Mind Moving Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind Moving



Slow, still, energy now building, taking everyone's
voice right into the center of a melody being sung.

Mind moving, traveling into an interior measure of
rhythms as they raise their tempos.

Touching hearts and souls as they become infected
with the timing of this fine melody tonight.

Thursday, August 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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