Touching Ivories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rocking in time with rhythm, letting it bring me into outer environments of solace.
Enjoying the peacefulness of melodies played for only my ears, I sit back and record them for future books.
Touching ivories in my mind, calculating entertainment for many days and hours to come.
Stepping into the future with beautiful harmonies being composed in my mind with no effort at all.
Serenity enveloping me as I immerse myself in joys of rhythmic music, enfolding all senses and emotions, centering them with expertise and volume.