Keys
Keys beneath my fingers, I tune the words like the notes
Play the story like a song
Create the music in a poem
Click-click-click to the beat of my own imagination
And even though I used to I know that both of us are more
I care about nothing more than the words spun
And the metaphors that appear on the glowing screen
And the keys that bear letters
Letters that come together to make music
And I pound out at random anything that comes to mind
Find notes and rhymes that have potential and
Inspiration, how to break each stanza into verses
Or lines, just notes that happened to be.
And I was saved. I cast out for rescue and I came up with
Crayons and charcoal and keys
Keys on a computer, keys to unlock doors
And worlds alike. Keys that become words that become songs and poems
And novels and just word after word after word
Until the doors are all unlocked
And I have it all.