Open Drawers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Whispers of talent flowing silently through conversations
that mystify and fulfill minds of creative people as they
rely on the motion of rising and falling.

Lying upon the surface of an invisible ocean that hides
in the shadows, never minding the emptiness and its loneli-
ness through the hours of an uneventful life.

Desert nights grasping moments that hold onto tempos of
interesting compositions being written on sheets of music,
leaving them in open drawers to be located sometime in the
future.