Musically Inclined Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dancing to our inner rhythms while waltzing across
the dance floor.

Turning our memories back and forth, feeling life's
score entirely as we are lost in a mist - a haze of
memories found as we cavort and listen to lively music.

Sounding off rhythms with clapping of hands -
joyfully choosing to become music we are listening
to.

Happiness is contagious as the whole room becomes
musically inclined.

Saturated with notes of pure and simple rhythms,
we are carried into another land for a while.

Pleased to have had another subconscious trip to
a fascinating world of inner depth and love.