songwriting.

deep in his own thoughts
a boy sits in his room.
it lay flat on his lap
pen and paper in his hand.
he writes furiously
profusely declaring
his love for wood and for steel;
for his nonverbal communicator.
a communicator who speaks
on command
without complaint.
bending to his will and
bending to his thoughts.
but now she lay quiet
for she alone is not enough.
he still loves her
unwaveringly.
but now he writes
deep in his own thoughts.