Jungle Of Musical Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Roving through memories, tasting their savory essences,
following their reminders into depths of my mind.

Allocating rhythms to incessant tempos and tones, a
lasting and invigorating time alone in a tangled jungle
of musical intellect.

Taking my being wholly through the fantastic beauty of
interior landscapes, wonder and awe filling the air with
inner curiosity that tantalizes me constantly.

Special, enticing graces filling me harmonically through-
out the hours, releasing stress of the past few weeks at
the hospital.

Joy enveloping me completely as I sit and write to the
melodies of rhythm being played in close proximity to my
self and spirit.