Would you rather not feel
the reverberation of a plucked string,
be amazed by the flurry of fingers
as each note resounds through your veins,
than merely surrender
to the androgynous hum of an electronic chord,
lulling your senses at the press of a button?
Did you miss the morning song of the magpie,
or the twilight pipes of the cricket,
while you listened to nature’s compilation through your i-pod,
the plastic stopping your ears?
Didn’t you exchange
the shared human twinkle of an eye
as you passed a stranger on the street,
your vulnerable gaze
tucked away behind your shades?
Wouldn’t you rather trace with your finger
the words of a song
across an album clutched in your hand,
and your heart,
than miss the joy of commonality they bring
when you merely downloaded it all?
Would you give up
the treasure of a letter kept forever,
full of words so deeply considered,
for the convenience of an e-mail,
or the acronyms of a text?
Or am I way too sentimental,
and somehow missing the point?