Writing

There’s no feeling like that when letters mold to your fingertips.
When the keys of a keyboard become your landing pads.
When the thoughts of your mind become the paint of a canvas -
A canvas, the document on the computer screen.

There’s no feeling like that when the pen becomes a baton,
Forming sentences in the form that you call your handwriting.
When the paper becomes your orchestra, only your call goes.
When your hand becomes the god of the written piece -
A piece of your heart and mind put into tangible form.