Interior Piano Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Interior Piano



Increasing rhythms going faster, taking heart beats into
depths of living that are unknown, watching as they are
being nourished, growing wild like banana trees in India.

Giving fruition to all who are listening to these intense
rhythms, steady, tapping into beginnings of time, tickling
ivories of an interior piano that's always playing within.

Sunday, April 30, 2017
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