Black like the night,

With its silvery tip so fine.

Mind still closed,

Waiting to be used.

 

White like the angels,

Dancing through the sky.

Memories unwritten,

Yet still so fine.

 

Open the lid,

Where creativity comes.

Straighten the sheet,

Recording hard and long.

 

Touch tip to paper,

Heart to soul.

Connect two worlds,

As it goes.

 

Spalsh!

 

One drop of Ink,

Forming a bridge.

What comes next,

Seems like a glitch.

 

Of two things so simple,

To express our minds.

Yet it creates something wonderful,

From our hands.