Rhythm's Coattails Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Experiencing an interior high, feeling absorbed by
the music being played and able to express it in
words for all to see.

Expertly tasting the savory melodies as they flavor
taste buds of the mind.

Flowing into depths of my soul with a plethora of
thoughts, taking me quickly into a museum of
fame, waiting patiently to be discovered.

Wonderful pathways suddenly being opened wider as
I ride on rhythm's coattails into their interior
designs.