Stimulating An Inner Silent Voice Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Skies slowly darkening, letting fall a gray cloud
outside.

No lights are seen, nature is standing quietly by,
just waiting and watching to see what will come
about.

Mysterious, alluring, piquant with excitement,
nothing telling a word, no motion or breeze running
about.

Then a steady beat starts forming, very slowly at
first, almost stopping, then rapidly picking up
speed, rhythms coming alive full of vibrant tones.

Sounds coming to this mind, precious and unusual,
emitting notes filled with exhilaration and verve,
stimulating an inner voice heretofore silent.

Listening now opening it's eyes and looking about
to see what is now happening, expectations running
high.

Atmosphere electrified with the unknowingness of
what is about to happen, skies slowly darkening,
letting fall a gray cloud outside.