Here I sit,
fingers itching to play a tune
made of words
across smooth white keys
on my computer.
Time has been spent
reading
thinking
praying
experimenting
yet these fingers stand silent,
waiting for what?
I am unsure.
Untranslatable songs
bubbling up in my heart
cannot make the journey
to my fingertips.
So I sit here
silently
tonight
still staring at this screen
and telling myself,
"Perhaps tomorrow."
No comments:
Post a Comment