Caressing Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Loudly, drummer playing rhythms that can be written to, making this night exciting with talented rhythms keeping up with this poetical mind and intellect.

Interior dimensions being awakened, rousing them into a vibrational energy this mere poet actually needs to keep on writing all night long.

Stretching neural pathways, wanting synapses to have more room to dance and play with heart and soul, taking time, caressing rhythms close to soul and spirit.

Becoming one with the music and its rhythms, enjoying it tremendously.