Musical Passive Aggression Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strumming strings with a creative energy, filling this
restaurant with the brilliance of musician's talents.

Pleasure beaming from patron's faces, taking them deeply
into canyons of rhythm.

Singling out the substance being felt through melodies
being strummed and shouted to the world.

Strident and beautiful, filling this period of time with
the energy of tomorrow's destiny.

Fate being fulfilled with passive aggression that is held
within human beings while playing.