Salt and pepper, white or red, many other shades can crown this head. Sprouting from a human face, despite the wish to keep it chaste.

I beat to keep you living on, yet break when love is lost or gone.

Cerebral Hobby Envisioning Superior Strategies

You dip, you lift, then lines appear, while I sit silent, ever near. I hold the dark your thoughts compel, a quiet pool where letters dwell.

Surely you know me, I strike one through twelve twice a day. Only if you're on me, will you receive your pay.