Lassoed By Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lights crawling like little bugs along wires across
the ceiling where strobe lights sit, nice and warm,
a cozy little place to reside in.

Heights of musical depths echoing in lights, strumming
around in circles upon the floor, energetically flowing
across instruments.

Tasting their flavors of fantasy through imagination and
wonder, swirling around people's feet, dancing their hearts
out on the dance floor tonight.

A totally magical feeling, touching hearts and minds of cow-
boys, real and make-believe, as they romp and dance, being
lassoed by rhythms of each melody being played tonight.