Alone With The Band Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Now sitting outside alone with the band as they play
just for me, praying through their music to a God of
music, instrumental in everyone's lives.

Touching hearts of all who are lonely and bereft,
feeling forsaken by everyone, settling within beds of
remorse and regret for a while.

Feeling the emotions drowning and crushing my being,
raised effortlessly by rhythms as they slowly revel
in notes and tempos filling me interiorly.

Climbing to mountain tops, looking about, seeing
nature, it being the only difference through music
playing distinctly in time with the band as I sit
here alone with them.