Tuesday, January 16, 2007


fingertips dance on the keyboard;
ideas dance in the mind;
everything follows the melody,
everything follows in kind.

i can see a few bars,
few can see some more,
but i can feel the rhythm
seeping through my pores.

i have found a tune
of the melody of my flow;
but is hard to shape,
to bend and twist and grow.

still the beat thumps inside me,
the tempo moves my heart,
i simply must learn to hold it,
before it tears me apart.

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