Turn your ear
To the melodies that appear,
Each day
You can hear tapping away,
Lithe fingers
Slide across keys, not one lingers.
Without space,
Notes cascade with rapid pace,
The quick time
Makes for a peppy chime.

Go and see
The source of the drumming key,
A hunched soul
As fatigue consumes body whole,
In the routine
Of always staring at a screen.
Be not deceived
By the melody weaved,
Steady chords
Hide many wearied words.