By the Stroke of a Key

Words are made difficult to speak Without a voice by which to hear them Similarly, my keys confirm The thought expressed on the screen. By the stroke of a key. It is by the stroke of a key That I know my world exists. The means by which I Touch, hear, and see, By the stroke of a key. My keys speak to me, While at the same time, Giving me a voice. By the stroke of a key, I have discovered… me. I have learned to communicate, By the stroke of a key. I offer thought and commentary, Bright and crisp and clear as day, For me there is no other way. By the stroke of a key, Am I who I am. With a penchant for loquaciousness, I am me, By the stroke of a key.