I play keystrokes like some play the piano.
I plink out words, which are my melodies.
I move with the flow of words.
My song flows out of my wrists like a rushing river.
My left and right-hand move in synchronized ballet, each lifting and falling on their tippy toes.
Some people play the piano; I play with the click and clack of words on a keyboard.
Note: the image I used comes from Wallpaper Cave.