Inner Music, Gentle Grace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Contemporary peace fills spaces of each memory left alone
to contemplate it's purpose, waving frantically towards
clouds, allowing soaring of the mind to grasp loving glances accompanied by words.

Musically touching a certain section of grey matter, gently
tossing it into a flurry of amusement, lightly touching the
right side of this brain, chemically transferring pleasurable feelings to the left side.

Logically attempting reason for their being there, rampantly
feeling musical etudes clittering up and down the keyboard,
playing ivories with thoughts placed upon the keys, and
listening to beautiful soft melodious tunes.

Defined elsewhere inside this heart and soul, qualifying
appreciation of special talents, notes and words rhythmically
find their paths joined, creating fascinating picturesque
displays portrayed in a mind.

Calculating beats and time, quietly becoming the sounds of
tunes, quality of perfect pitch resounds throughout serene
senses of self-discipline.

Running, jumping, leaping to interior music of lifetime
ambition, composing poetical states of mind where only one
can reside.

Absolutely no person can interfere with the phantasmagoric
ability of music to appear in mind on the screen of apt
intelligence.

Apropos, listening to delicate strains of classical music
Chopin and Poe stir and mix ideas together, writing etudes
for all eternity, passing thoughts and ideas carefully
written down in many journals.

Secretly apprehensive that someone may hear the beauty of
inner rhythm and steal away with scores of succulent,
rhythmic knowledge.

Dangling softly from the self-effacing prose of interior
music, floating along through heaven's eyes, continuously
focused on clouds of rearrangement.

Sailing across lands of intense beauty, natural inlaid
talent serenades heartfelt truths of old, picking out,
carefully, melodies swiftly falling, silently becoming
incarcerated within the knowing being of quiet restitute.

Unchaotically prancing to the airy popping of notes all
around, pounding alternately loud and low, boundaries of
positive energy are filled, taking care to be satisfactorily fulfilled, gentle grace prayerfully invokes the goodness of
this soul.

Tenderly reciprocating tenderness and understanding,
unafraid to reach out and take a place within history,
finding upstanding classical pages of music, grand and
infinitely beautiful to minds of fragile caliber and
short-lived lives.