Spaces Of Chords Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Softly raining upon thoughts, energy waning as I think of
going to sleep, mind awake, traveling about rhythms play-
ing interiorly as I compose a sonata.

Driven by feelings of emptiness that have arisen unbidden,
touching fibers of my brain, alighting among synapses, now
following neurons into avenues of seclusion.

There they can be investigated fully, intensely enticing
curiosity as my eyes grow heavier, lying here watching notes
dance about, looking for spaces of chords where they will
settle in, accompanying melodies intellect is now writing.