Inner Composition Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Up and down the violin of life, my bow pulls deep emotional
music out of depths of inner composition.

Spilling out beauty encased tightly in cocoons, music fills
my soul with it's meaning.

There are no distortions, no missed notes, melodies are
played continually inside, creating the silent beauty of
genius.

Soloing intellectually, the puzzles and problems of life
challenges each day.

Succulent surprises of words written out, excitedly expressed
in full octaves of unkempt dignity.

Etudes filling volumes of memories, dancing with the major
and minor keys of beauty.

Talently listening on many horizons, awaiting destiny to be
fulfilled with interior music.