Musically Building Into The Night Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching smoke unfurl, curl and swirl into colors of an
invisible atmosphere, a curious wonder to the mind as
music continues to play.

All the while building a castle musically into the night
through an array of chords in measures of an existence that
finds its way into jungles of illusions.

Thereafter going out into a vast field of an inner imagina-
tion, never letting it go, not wanting to ever escape from
its very delectable aroma and essence of beauty.

Nothing to disturb this mind as it falls into extreme
rhythms of intensity, falling onto snow-capped mountains
interiorly.