Michael P. McParland
My Keyboard Gentely Weeps - Poem by Michael P. McParland
My keyboard is gently weeping calling me to come.
To come and make some wonderful art,
to be my tool to cause delight.
To frame a beautiful piece timelessly built on any theme,
to create because from creation all life springs.
My keyboard gently weeps as the hours pass away.
Longing to be a vassal that helps create
another passage each and every day.
To find new ways of expression through words and motions,
through tones and colors only poems can deeply fashion.
My keyboards gently weeping even as I speak.
Proud to be at the center of creating something
that stands on it's own and is distinctly unique.
To take part through my arthritic semi gifted hands
to reach out to the world and give a message saying yes I can.
It takes great pride in being the medium to which I feed.
Here my keyboards ever gently weeping.
Longing for more artistic expression.
To find new ways to wax poetic,
to reach new hearts and minds in effort to see a new perspective.
Most of all though it strives to reach to you,
for you're the one who gets it most so loud and true.
So my keyboard gently weeps.
For now this prose is over.
Now how long before the next rock is turned over
and we find a new path to discover?
Let it weep though for it's great pain
will give us greater art and from that
we all the more greatly gain.
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