Riley welch is a poet from texas living in colorado. She posts three original poems a week. 

Sunday Morning Music

Gliding keys and moving feet,
Happy songs and grooving beats.
Thudding bass drum sounding strong,
In-between notes, short and long-

Goosebumps lifting to the curve of music,
Booming, vibrant, ringing, acoustic;
Steady picking fingers dance delicately
Along with chantings, ever rhythmically.

The easily impressed,
over (and under) dressed,
old and bold,
young and gold,
Take to the floor to unfold the tunes
Because to musics' solid beat no one is immune.

When the band packs up and the crowd's no longer there
The music's sweet hum still hangs in the air.

Riley Welch

Day to Night

Night to Day