the gears shift, starting and stopping without notice
vivid scarlet and deep indigo ink moves through the canal of gears.
I tap my fingers against the blank paper.
the gears allow for violet to join with bright amaranth;
together, the colors trek on.
I grow frustrated.
a flurry of colors flow between the metal of the gears.
my fingers twitch but my frown remains.
a lovely fucshia meets a dashing shade of amber.
the colors dance and mingle,
independent yet together.
finally free from the gears' peculiar patterns,
they embrace my brain, seeping through into the tips of my fingers.
my fingers begin to move without a thought.
they jump across the formerly blank page,
which is now filled with thousands of tiny and seemingly insignificant marks.
alone, yes, insignificant,
but together, those marks express more emotion than words could ever express.