Touching Inner Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking askance, watching for words to slide into view across the mountains, taking me away for a while, writing views of anticipated joy.
Listening carefully for apprehensive thoughts to adjust to melodies of protective essences.
Judging nothing, finding beauty surrounding me through rhythms and notes, giving upbeat ideas in juxtapositional verses of musical notations in many compositions.
Once lying latent, now filling pages from a photographic memory onto sheets of music.
No one coming near enough to know who I am or touch my inner being, so I travel alone into my solo eternity.