Inner Music
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Laughing and joking, having a wonderful time, listening
to an Italian band bring tears of sorrowful joy to my
heart and happiness to my soul.
Touching, loving being attuned to strings of reminiscence,
strumming them and lifting spirits carefully with melodic
transmutation to another land beyond reality.
Soaring through a subconscious land on notes of musical
fascination, being played whole-heartedly, like a violin
in a musical story or sonata.
Solos being played tunefully attaching to this mind an
inner peaceful lament.
Letting go of it and floating in the atmosphere, where
life is destined for better things on future horizons -
taking all memories and images beyond our scores.
Filtering into pleasant expanses on vast deserts, living
out remaining years, listening to inner music.
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