The Keyboard

The Keyboard is my Instrument
The computer is my Friend
It understands my Instrument
And interprets what I’ve conceived
The Monitor is my Vision
It shows me what I’ve seen
It let’s me know it sees my Vision
The vision that I’ve conceived

The mouse is fun sometimes But isn’t nice to me
I throw it threw the window sometimes But then it ruins what I’ve conceived

When I go to bed Tonight
I’ll dream what i can Dream
And when I dream of you all Night
I can’t believe what I’ve conceived

If this poem makes no sense to you Just remember what I’ve said
And know that without you…………….

Well,… it’s you that I’ve conceived!