Key Cadences Poem by Thomas Plotz

Gone for most; the sounds. The clickity, click click, clacking sounds. Nothing like the sounds of the rhythmic cadence, of the keys; your digits extended, striking down with firm execution. Forming the representation of thought using letters and symbols. The ability to transfer cognitive images, through the use of a mechanical device; to a semi-imperishable medium. Since the medium is always changing, sum of our records are lost in translation of data. Sounds of springs clicking than clacking, returning the keys upward to the natural position. Similar to the lone night train on a moon lit night, hushing a babe to sleep, clickity clack, clickity clack.
Feeling the position with positive control, fingers keep in step within their zone; when keys return, pushing the extremity back. Sounds sooth your work load. Fingers know their place.



THOMAS PLOTZ
APRIL 1,2014