"The Artist in the Moment of Composition"

Author: Aftertaste of a Razorblade

As yet untitled...
The banging of careless
fingers on sticky keys.
Tap, tap, tappity tap tap...
Her masterpiece.
Her soul.
Nothing more than the
constant banging of her obnoxious digits.
Too hard.
Tappity.
Too soft.
Tappity.
Finished, the work is finally
finished.
It's overrated.
She's pretentious.
It's still as yet untitled.