Interior Sadness Being Built Upon Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Golden silence being interrupted by classical music played
on a harp, an interior sadness being built upon as tears
flow into the center of my heart.

A penetrating and steady rhythm, straining itself over the
sound of music, tenderly positioning itself in the beauty
of tomorrow.

Nothing to interfere with it except loneliness being found
within me now, for it's tender melodies bring tears to my
reddened eyes.