My keys are all flashy like,
colours across the kaleidoscope
and they mesmerise! Surely I can sit
and stare at these slow, rhythmic
glows that ebb as if grooving to
their own little tunes, not mine
for I am observing only,
but they wax and wane like waves
of light, my moon fingertips
dragging them back and forth
as I tip tap a beat,
my quiet words awash with
brightness and razzle dazzle!