Feeling haphazardly, interiorly, a grating of talent <br />mesmerized by a higher intelligence than you or I. <br />Sensing a candid honesty, filling minds and hearts <br />with sounds of heavenly music. <br />Sleeping quietly in my mind, as melodies escape and <br />climb within imagination. <br />Titillating it with intense movement and motions of <br />love and eternity. <br />Bringing about a new page filled with brand new ideas <br />and images, stolen from reality's storehouse. <br />Tempered with a peaceful desperation, scores and etudes <br />form in atmosphere's of genius, contemplating itself <br />throughout a purposeful life. <br />Waiting for a transcendent array of power, building <br />itself around every beat and instrument in an <br />orchestrated tale of imminent picturesque beauty. <br />Searching for intimate questions to pose upon pages <br />written out on musical scores.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orchestrated-beauty/
