First Sound Of Awakening Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sounds of rhythm reaching and filling everything with their
essence, feeding a passion for music.

Fulfilling life through melodies and harmonies, all of it
enough to suffice cravings for it incessantly.

Waiting only for the first sound of an awakening rhythm the
moment eyes open after a night's sleep alone.

Completely being saturated in the music engulfing my soul,
writing it's compositions steadily, letting self become one
with every rhythm heard and written out.

Blessed with a tenth sense of inner intuition, open to
other's pain and sorrow, feeling it intensely as it touches
and rends this heart.

Solemnly taking, setting self apart from the rest of the
world, allowing all gifts to be absorbed through poetry and
shared with the world entirely.