uplifting tune for the eardrums
finding time to contemplate
being one with the keyboard
gazing at the invisible paper

words anticipated at the fingertips
the calming notes gently moving
the muse still at her latest gig
patiently awaiting her arrival

raindrops falling on the window
what could feed new inspiration
the mind trickster whispers
it’s a piece of cake

distracted by mental imagery of food
the temptation is almost palatable
self discipline comes into play
eat or not to eat now the question

deep breath and still another
follow the rhythmic beats
getting back to the center focus
the key is to move the fingers

what just popped on the screen
acidentaly hit the wrong key
once all cleared now let’s go again
back in pinpointed concentration

last rays of the winter sun dissipated
today is soon to be yesterday
wasted now slowly evaporating
so many words yet no message
gutted