A Clatter of Keys

A clatter of keys is a comforting sound.
It fills in the silence with the noise of productivity.
Every tap brings me closer to the end of the entry.
Every minute which is spent is another minute towards completion.
The final goal is to start again,
Resetting the cycle constantly.
A small library holds all the thoughts
Every idea ever written is recorded
It is a charcoal box, thin, but robust
The lights glow gently in the crevices, a kaleidoscope of colours.
A clatter of keys is a comforting sound,
Both hands know where to lie
Each finger has a concrete memory of each key it taps.
A clatter of keys is a comforting sound,
But it is unique only to my computer,
Like a face is unique only to that person.
Every computer has its own song,
Mine is a comforting clatter of keys.