Young Boy Drumming In India Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking rhythms into younger hands and minds, breaking limits
from the inside out, forming a mind of ingenuity that per-
forms like an accomplished adult in the space of a moment.

Life tapping out it's purpose like a march being performed
by hands, tiny, child-like, yet the music and rhythms are
becoming to an adult in years.

Reverberating and talking through sounds of mere hands,
life is being pondered, broken down, taken to new heights
no one has attained before.

Staunchly and untiringly pulsing rhythms continue into
moments of life that have not as yet been lived, telling
the future of this little boy in the music of his soul.

Perfectly beating and eclipsed, providing his soul and
interior life beyond that of self in years, lightning quick
thoughts filtering and breaking sound barriers.

Throughout mere moments, behaving in a manner becoming only
an artist and poet of music, powerful and energetic, filled
with the life of this young one as he lives in spaces pro-
vided in measures of musical time.