Ravel - Bolero. Sergiu Celibidache 1971

One is seduced by the gentle touch of sound ... to a mounting momentum, until one becomes the crescendo completely in rapture. Thank You....

Music calls to me in color, in movement, and in the passions, that pulse our very BEING.

 Hear I the music and the words become expressive echoes
 Hear I the words and the music becomes the dance
 Hold I the pen and the paper bears the poetry of heart
 Hold I the brush and the canvas bears my soul.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

WHAT

and what does a poet do

to make her soul known to you

her words held within time and deed

be this her love and sacred creed

melodies majestic she in silence sings

in honor of what each breath does bring 

a moment to savor be it the NOW

with pen and paper she fulfills a vow

to take reflection and its known call

heed well the Glory, the Presence, the All.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

Image: Poetry, in acknowledgment by Blue Mountain.

The Dance

The Dance

This ever present calling of the word

’Tis the heart that hearkens to be heard

Words that sing the soul in splendor and silence divine

This the dance of pen upon paper mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo Credit: http://physicsworld.com/cws/article/news/2011/nov/22/physics-of-writing-is-derived-at-last