Once again, it seems as though,
Keyboard strong, is all I know.
Coming to life, long ago living,
Words spring forth, forever giving.

Inspirations seen, over the net,
Spoken by friends, not as yet.
It springs to life, from eons long,
Given life, a simple song.

Typing out the words in tune,
Coming to life, as if a Rune.
Spoken right within the sky,
Given rites from where they Lie.

Laid upon the Rune of souls,
Given rites a blessed role.
Burning bright from whence it came,
These given Runes come back again.

Long ago, life passed them by,
No words given, could not lie.
As this Rune becomes a life,
Ever peering within the strife.

Emotions driven, this keyboard fast,
Wielding life, words of the past.
If I stop to ponder words,
Little help within the verve.

Knowing this it keeps on going,
Forming words are ever growing.
Growing into rhyme and prose,
Where it stops, no one knows.

At the end when I look back,
A smile forms, within the crack.
Of lips a smile it does impart,
Dreaming words are from the heart.

As I see the sentence form,
A feeling gentle, soft, and warm.
Fills this keyboard again tonight,
Writing words within the light.

Someday soon a story told,
Dreams of life, dreams of gold.
When this keyboard filled with soul,
Tells my friends there is a goal.

To make you smile, to make you laugh,
To put the family before the staff.
The staff of life, of one be told,
I give to you a keyboard of gold.

Use it well for someday soon,
Stories of life will carry this Rune.
The Rune of song, without the strife,
The Rune of love, The Rune of Life

WoW! Great Gryphyn.

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Thank you for the kind words, they are appreciated.



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