Counting Notes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to music of my heart beat in rhythm with my mind,
counting out notes of life before my life has ended.
Wondering at how this body ages a little bit each day,
leading from the very first cry of life to eventual death.
How is it that we continually age without always realizing
this fact?
Are we but minute particles of matter in an infinite universe?
Lasting time is spaced just so, as I listen to the music of
my heart beat in rhythm with my soul.