Sweet Melody of a Violin

There is a quiet subtle air
Between my fingers.
As I tick every letter
On the keyboard.
I listen to the clicking
Of the mouse.
As my neighbor
Blasts the enemies
With his mouse.
I am running out
Of words to type.
Wishing that the flow
Of information
To my brain
Is fast.
But then, I pause
To think of
Next few letters
To print.
I hope the day
Ends well and sweet.
Like a sweet melody
Of a violin.