Finite Labyrinths Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching throughout the night for something special,
being entertained by a son and his father, joyfully
going into the evening.

Taking an intense energy along with them, sending
their voices onto spheres of music that are continuing
to dream of mysteries and magic.

Coming through as guitars are playing, drums beating
and tempos accelerating, taking all of us with them,
delving into labyrinths of a finite musical playground.