Poetical Solitude Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fingers rapidly playing rhythms on the piano that are always
on my mind, rhapsodies being finely tuned in measures of time
while sonatas dance continually under the moon each night.

Magical and totally vibrant, keeping a light lit deep inside
while living a life filled with meaning designed by a crea-
tive imagination that never fades.

Existing to be seen by this mere poet, details that are very
seldom seen by other people, sounds rarely heard by anyone
else.

Tasting colors of the rainbow while grasping sounds of notes
so closely that I can smell their exquisite aromas in the
atmosphere around me.

Wonder thrilling and exciting an inner curiosity as life is
lived in a poetical solitude through these long and lonely
years on earth.