Pianocal Sunrise Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Chopin's music rumbling like thunder in the distance, then
coming down to earth in a pianocal sunrise of expressive
musical rhythms.

Gentle, tender, yet powerful in a distinguished sort of way,
giving peace a seed to grow and blossom from, an intimate
way to get in touch soul to soul even beyond death and life.

Between poet and musical poet, Chopin, rapidly, piano recit-
ing his age old music from the past, still being heard by
this musician, poet, artist here on her last sunsetical shore.

A silent tribute beneath the surface of every note, tone,
melody and sound of Chopin's heart, still alive and well in
this mere poet's mind and life today.