Prisms And Mazes Of Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Roaming through prisms and mazes of musical rhythms,
enjoying the sound of harmonic colors standing out
and blending in with notes.

Racing into and through tempos that delicately wander
in and out of mind and intellect, listening and then
challenging melodies being produced.

Composed in each and every moment, watching as memories
entangle and play through the night, giving hope and a
silent blessedness to this poet's soul.