Rustling Melodies On A Guitar Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rocking into the night, taking this soul into an entire
atmosphere of rhythms, taking over hearts of many who are
in love, happy to be with one another.

Rustling melodies upon a guitar of talent from musicians
who are playing them, kicking this place into an exciting
and happy place to dance, sing, eat and converse.

Holy markers being taken into the atmosphere where nothing
can stop the beauty from being sung and played by a band
outstanding in every way.