A Land Of Forgotten Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Patterns being outlined in music and its rhythms, touching an
holding on, finding the essence and passion of an interior
strength that hangs on through it all.

Flames of fire standing in front of little glistening lights,
watching as they increase in the darkness along with the beauty
of starlight shining down upon us.

Taking us on an intellectual and enticing journey into a land
of forgotten moments that have been silently brought back to
us once again.

An unheard of explanation being sung through voices of instru-
ments alone, an existing and wholesome story through measures
of chords and notes.

Tempos slowing down to a whisper, sounding like they're barely
audible, fading in a nighttime dream in a sleeping exposition
that doesn't want to retire as yet.