Colorful Sounds Climbing Into Our Brains Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reflections of blue lights stretching themselves across the
face of guitars, looking for comfort and relaxation, but it
never seems to happen.

Because rhythms keep charging and reviving their systematic
behavior, being generated through lights that just happen to
be in the way of instruments being played upon the stage.

Tonight, no moving pictures or videos to be seen, but at least
we have colorful sounds that're chiming in our brains, enlight-
ening mind and intellect for a period of time.

Musical rhythms continue to play, rejoicing in the sounds of
this evening, pulling together as one in the darkness, combining
it all into a band.