There they stood, as poet
in the shadows of their own words.
Whispering to enchant my eyes.

Verses become musical notes,
vibrating with grace.
Song an anchor for smile,
as breath moves in morning light.

Time slows while I dance,
with poetic rhythms.
Moment give feet chance
to move in waltz of mind.

And as I wander in words
that shine flame of creativity,
I celebrate in a whisper.

Gratitude,
for a talented wordsmith
present in the ethers of a computer hall.