Rushing rapidly into a mixture of tantalizing rhythm,
spreading it over and throughout this brain.
Seeking pleasures no one else can give in this life,
measures being placed into spaces of intellect.
Notes automatically falling into place, giving many
new musical compositions to the earth.
Following one another, taking the quickest way into
memories of the past, allowing them entrance through
this pen, immediately onto paper.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spaces-of-intellect/
