Fiddling pen

A pen in the fiddle,
are in nerves of shyness,
the shy pen lost in the wit,
but it hones out unconsciousness.
It tries to be acrobatic,
in difficulty to tell a character;
When it fiddles,
it's in the might of karate.
It turns hype spontaneously,
as the mind thinks.

In a fiddle the mighty hand
wrung a musical string,
now the pen dances and it vent,
to move after a bell rings.
Then pen flow with the mind
as if it tells a story.
In the dance the pen fiddle,
as the mind keeps it rolling.
And it dancing away while
the ink gradually runs out.

The mind are in excitement
while it refills the fresh words.
Ink is now back in place,
the pen turns alive by intelligent lord.
Now the eyes of mind looking at
the pen fiddling at bay,
And the pen thinks hands are like DJ
loves music in a play.
They keep on active continuously,
and let the hand have it's say.
More pens in the fiddle musically play,
and having their caps flying away.

In the mighty armour,
The pens fly on the papers.
It non stop continued on
as the inks are their slippers.
They are not running,
but to glide faster.
They are waiting for words
of mind as their stopper.
Pen then wait until they
are asked to be fiddling pen again.

By Petal