I want to draw hands on a keyboard.
Not the musical kind of keyboard, though the clicks of each letter, punctuated by the teh tch of the space bar with the occasional shleck of the backspace is its own kind of melody.
I want to trace the shadow cast by flittering hands in front of a dim lit screen in a dark dark room.
and then fill it in with strokes as bold as forcing down the shift key and one to create an exclamation.
I'll recreate the broken nail of my index finger when muse is strong and brain yells go go go.
but I'm not sure how I'd show eyes all squinting, hardly open, the divot between them straining to get another word out.
I think I have the mouse pad perfect, except for the frantic gliding of the finger pads when the cursor goes missing with an elbow brush and half words that make me giggle in their ridiculousness.
The screen's a tough one, I'm tempted to pretend that the screen saver is black.
I probably won't, though. I like the rainbow colours of spilling water on the screen, even through daddy yelling me deaf.
The blue of the power button complements my nail paint perfectly but I'm hoping the name on my currently playing will hide behind their chipped-ness.
My music taste is , eh, different.
And in the very end, I'll add the red accents on knuckles sore and overworked
I want to draw hands on a keyboard, just before dawn.
because I'm staring at them right now
and the scurrying, twisting, hammering fingers
are more graceful than I have been all my life.
