Ports Of This Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Ports Of This Soul
Playing the piano of this mind, letting it take intellect into
ports of this soul where God has His hand, keeping this mind
open to sounds of nature.
Learning to capture and place them into coded rhythms, taking
them into caverns, up mountains, through forests, alongside
train tracks and through tunnels.
Listening to rhythms of everything, identifying each and turning
them into musical compositions and etudes, especially in E flat
minor chords.
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Learning to capture and place is interesting coated with rhythm. Playing the piano of this mind soul gets freshness of wisdom. Soul perceives sound of nature and soul gets kindness of God. Brilliant poem is shared...10