Tidbits Of Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Leaving alone, walking away from crowds of people,
letting music do the talking to me interiorly.

Finding relatively solemn and silent meanings hiding
within it's essence.

Picking at tidbits of memories, raking them like
leaves fallen to the ground.

Choosing the ones that have vibrant colors yet,
seeing their beauty still alive.

Talking to me through music, as I pick them up and
place them in a poem to give them an everlasting life.