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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orchestrated-beauty/