The light that burns within your eyes; unknown,
Nor have I seen the hands that filled my heart,
My heart now fill’d with words of keys outgrown;
Thou art by wire not far from me apart.
Thy hands like birds alight and stride the board,
The keys they touch and bring my heart in bliss.
Jus’t fool would need your touch but he be warned,
The wise foresee the end; a virtual x.
Oh what have I so far beheld of you,
But the lines in charcoal dots my screen revealed.
Oh how can I from blackness define the truth;
Draw a line between illusion between reality.


The line is drawn on ASL; no more:


No match, no link, no love, there is the door.