When Music Stops Playing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reading, writing, playing, finding ways to entertain my-
self, loving to have fun, laughing and taking time to
fall into new adventures.

Taking steps upward into outer stratospheres, filling
minds with tandem dreams, fulfilling promises of yester-
day with make-believe tales of the present.

Totally finding melodies that take everyone into and out
of fanciful thoughts as they dance and enjoy themselves,
wonderful and tempting, going into realms of fantasy.

Getting a reprieve from ordinary every day things that
mean very little in the scheme of things here on this
earth.

A lasting impression of life as it ends on a final note
when the music stops playing.