Hiding Mathematically In Measures Of Music Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tall tales being told in verses and lyrics of songs that
continue to be sung, along with the energy of dancing
moves, rhythmically prolonging every measure.

Up and down, twisting, turning, sashaying to the sound of
the guitar, merry making sounds bursting into colors of
other dimensions not usually seen by others in life.

Scooting along sides of rhythms, riding in between the
beauty of an imaginational reality in time with beats
of a drummer.

One who's settling self into pictures of natural still
lives with an intense landscape of other worldly-components
that rarely get to be seen in a picture for they tend to
hide in measures of music mathematically.