Is there anything better than the sound of a story unfolding?

The metallic ping of a key

The sigh of the writer,

Each carry the weight of a world.

The story of a lover

Or the sound of well hidden fears,

Put into words, instead of woes tears.

When I hear typing

Furious and quick,

I know that someone

Has been fooled or tricked.

And then when I hear

The soft clicks and clanks,

I know that an old soul

Is taking words dance.

Is there anything better, than the sound of the keys,

Writing words like “I wish you here with me?”

Is there anything more beautiful

Than the silence between,

Each word and each thought

Of a writers melody.