Watching Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently watching rhythms flow before me,
touching mind, heart and soul, filling me
with innocent yearnings of soothing etudes.
Quietly at peace, listening while learning
of melodies of life's horizons.
Tantalizing energy from within, filling an
interior spirituality with awesome feelings
of sonatas.
Clearly calling to imagination, stirring it
to wondrous heights of intellect through
subconscious realms.