Pulling curtains from my mind, watching life live <br />itself in everyone around me. <br />Holding safely, all endeavors, including videos <br />of entire lifetimes, being kept hidden from view <br />until they're shown in forms of words and set in <br />poetry. <br />Organs of beauty play their music harpily, gently, <br />into scores of etudes for operettas stashed in <br />complacent neurons and synapses, awaiting their <br />discoveries on later dates.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/organs-of-beauty/
