Keyboard Poem by Ra'Von Simone Crawford

My fingers itch to stroke the keys
To make magic begin with what I believe
To inhale the nature that surrounds us all
To tap away new life that's at my beck and call
I create a new limit
In which expressions are shared
I break past figurative motives
Some real, yet undeclared
I have hung my head so much
That it is time to fly
I tap out these words
As time passes me by
I soar on the wings of the hour and the minute
In mere seconds, though, I have pushed past the limit
I have gathered my thoughts
And squared my shoulders
I will have much more to leave
When my time is over