Author Poem by D.S. Bell

Dancing digits dance the keys, a sound too similar, too little change.
Words with meaning fill their owner's eyes and populate the projected screens,
Images equal in logic to their innovator's screams;
Logical screams.

Frustration falls short of true expression, control amounts to a sigh, sad smile, and perhaps depression.
All in a moment clash together, all in a moment passing by, 'till all in a moment gone.
Ideas flood like falling stars, inspiration hits like hearty sunlight turning orange in a bold blue sky.
And each new idea requires change, unrooting work set hard like cement, to brave the new idea and dismiss old.
And.. Do it all again.