Instruments Of Living Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Instruments Of Living
Tending to instruments of living, listening to rhythms I
continue playing on my clarinet, guitar, violin, piano,
all bringing joy to my soul.
Self-taught on every instrument, preferring not to play
the tuba though, striking a match in the darkness, follow-
ed by rhythms taking me into a blaze of fire.
There I watch fascinated, curious to see what's going to
appear so it can be written into musical compositions and
poetry.
Sometimes writing lyrics for music, listening to another
sing it to see whether or not this mind and intellect like
their tones and sounds of music and lyrics together.
Playing guitar with sweet tune of poem along with gives nice and pleasing effect in mind and listing to this builds fortune while this song proceeds to God. Amazing sharing...10
Self-taught on every instrument, preferring not to play the tuba though, striking a match in the darkness, follow- ed by rhythms taking me into a blaze of fire. - melodious poetry -thank you for sharing...voted 10.
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4/24/2024 10:54:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great instruments. Congratulations on teaching yourself to play them. The only musical instruments I can play are the CD player and the radio. Lovely poem also. A ten from me.