Gentle Music Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gentle Music



Touching my soul, filling it with beautiful music
and prose.
Yanni, carefully selecting ivory's on a piano in
his mind.
Beginning and holding onto softened tones and
melodies through a blissful imagination.
Flowing upward, tilting out of sight, concertos
fill the atmosphere with silent, gentle thought.

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