Traveling In Style Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Practicing musical instruments for hours on end, living in
their melodies, harmonies and tempos.

Letting them all complete my existence, giving an excessive
amount of rhythm, placing it triply into atoms of being to
keep me going further into a future life.

Always separating my being with particles of new dimensions
collecting into my soul, taking me into new experiences of
memory, filled with brand new images dancing in my mind.

Traveling the universe in style with an entire silence
comforting me in the end as I breathe my final breath.