Plains Of Serenity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to music tempting my soul, luring me onto plains of serenity.
Calming my soul with accents of beauty in songs of old.
Tantalizing melodies fading in and out of memories storehouse, altering edges of consciousness, turning around moods, placing them on hold in closets for now.
Forgetting stress and living in the presence of musical life, enjoying it's texture on my mind.
Moments of solitude, creating themselves in poems of a creative mind.