Music boxes playing lilting melodies, as turning <br />they're keys, I listen joyfully to what they're <br />playing so tenderly and lovely in these most <br />respected hours of the night. <br /> <br />Stars gazing down upon me as I write, wondering <br />at how fireworks of intellect continue to appear, <br />inspiring every moment with words as they are <br />translated into chords of eternal emotion. <br /> <br />Never bemoaning existence, taking me continually <br />off into the wide blue yonder to find other ways <br />to express all that I think in inner minds of <br />intellectual imagination. <br /> <br />Striving to be always above board and truthful in <br />every chord I compose and take in faith, through the <br />moments of writing that are eternally mine.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fireworks-of-intellect/
