My fingers dance across the alphapet landscape
the black and white boxes noisely announcing my presence
ingrained dust infused in the creases
yearns be freed by man made winds
Eyes foward my fingers search with deadly presion
for targets long since entrenced in there memory
resting to crack the sore joints
they start up again
forever gliding from icon to icon
Some walk through life with there legs
I with my fingers
each strike of the key
leads me to a journey
of hope, happiness and solitude
walking with my fingers
thats what I do
and the words they produce
are all for you.
vincent armone
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-with-my-fingers/
