Silent composer of digital symphonies, tapping out melodies with tactile whispers. A flat orchestra, where fingers dance to summon letters from an unseen world.

I can have a double, a single or a treble, but no bass. For me you can use a hook or a needle, as you’ll find me quite versatile. Start with a loop, a slip or chain, it depends what you have to gain.

It starts with a number That may even match The number of fingers it owns You can find them in roads Or find them in drawers Or ringing out specific tones

I am not ignorance; I am choice. I see the door and swear it isn’t there. I survive only while you look away. The moment you name me, I begin to die. What am I?

I will bring you up high Your place or your speech But what holds me can break Or release with a screech