Smiling Inwardly Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Deep throated voice, resounding throughout the room;

Filling people with emotion, taking them by the hand,
leading them all into a land of imaginary beauty.

Pulling from voices strung out into the atmosphere
and allowing tones to match up with rhythms, taking
us along wide rivers, watching as white foam flows
in front of us towards rapids of interior music.

Not letting go of any of the treasures, just holding
them wisely in intellect where they will be resurrected
whenever needed to sing again.