Wonderland Of Musical Fantasies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Clouds flowing across a huge screen, band in front of it,
playing songs of the past, drums beating in time with all
the saxophones.

Relaxing, calming distraught nerves left over from a harried
day, people dancing before us while pictures come and go on
the screen behind the band.

Looking down upon rooftops and below to the streets, a unique
landscape of New York City from above street level, ripening
thoughts as they fall from shells on interior ideas, creating
a wonderland of musical fantasies.