Technology awaits commands, coded
In a language leveraged for centuries,
Communications of time, space and tones,
Content as ink, or digital pixels,
Hold steady in a language the world knows,
Though degrees of understanding vary,
The feelings imbued are universal;
One instrument communicates, bar none!
An instrument encased within a shell,
Pure unlimited potential, resting
Until called upon to make an app yield
To the chromatic chisel immortal!
©2018 Marcus James Christian, also pseudonymous as marcusunlimited.
