Organs Of Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pulling curtains from my mind, watching life live
itself in everyone around me.
Holding safely, all endeavors, including videos
of entire lifetimes, being kept hidden from view
until they're shown in forms of words and set in
poetry.
Organs of beauty play their music harpily, gently,
into scores of etudes for operettas stashed in
complacent neurons and synapses, awaiting their
discoveries on later dates.