Impromptu I

**Note: this poem is completely impromptu and without prior thought, so we'll see where it goes.** Fingers fly over plastic Squares sitting In silence undesired My mind wanders as I think about my other Self, far away from me. Like Elven feet my digits race Quickly over those that others Noisily hammer upon... ... ... A hum... a drumbeat upon the floor... The thumping of a human heart... Nature's rhythym released