• Click click
    and tap tap
    shhif shif
    and tip tip.

    My whole canvas on screen
    afraid someone would peek
    afraid that the someone
    would shun me.

    Small, perfect letters
    put together into words
    put together into blocks
    put together into a poem.

    Afraid that someone would hear
    the tips and taps of the keyboard
    Short songs on a low volume
    playing and replaying.

    Those songs which give me a will to draw
    to think of
    something anew
    something alive.

    Is it true, is it true
    how so I worked on those pictures
    those poems
    how I listened to those songs.

    How I could have been possessed
    by only those songs
    those songs which
    had given me a certain will.