Playing With Notes

Steadily drumming rhythms filling my head, roaming and
wandering aimlessly through my mind.

Playing with notes, bouncing them around, tossing them
against major and minor sounds.

Seeing how they fit together in musical compositions,
being composed at the same time as this poem is being

Pictures of rhythms excelling, developing, being created
as I continue letting thoughts flow that have not even
been identified as yet.

Soothing, wonderful, serene and placid, taking my soul
into depths of heaven where life continues to grow and
be nourished like plants of nature through time.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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