Private Message to Linus Moon

[alt_linus]

Quiet now the desk,
the quills that once scurried 'cross parchment
with alac
with precise alacrity

Quiet now the




Quiet has fallen,
a blanket deep upon the desk
where once the quills, with precise alacrity,
laid their tracks upon parchment,
as row on row, the numbers formed in orderly ranks.
No more.
Stilled is the hand that



Where is the hand that guided mine
when first I struggled with the quill




Your quills stand to attention still.
They, like I, struck dumb and motionless
Waiting for the guiding hand
They will forever mourn.