Fingerfood for thoughts

My words would never

see the eyes of you

if not this mundane thing I use

every day and even nights

when the gentle whisper of the muse

sets my fingers

stroke the thought

that in my heart still lingers

waiting for me to set them free

and reaching readers and not just me

I hardly ever thank these keys

that open locks of my thoughts that often freeze

They let me see my writing faults

but also open richer vaults

and sing out loud my sentiments like these

with the combination of the keys.

It is often hammered hard and then ignored

this wonder of my Mac's keyboard.