Beats Synchopated In Darkness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Foot stomping music touching down hard, slapping at the floor,
letting everyone know what they're doing to keep time with
rhythms.

A perfect, eclipsing array of colors that sound brings to the
table every time music starts playing, mind staying right there.
every beat being syncopated in the darkness.

Tempos upon the dance floor, raining like storms of a hurricane,
drops falling from the heavens, everyone feeling the sacredness
of believing in God above.