In the palm rests a world unseen,
A gateway to whispers, silent yet keen.
Fingers dance on glassy plains,
Unlocking realms, where silence reigns.
In moments of solitude, a light aglow,
A companion faithful, in ebb and flow.
Echoes of laughter, messages of old,
Stories of love and secrets told.
Yet in its glow, a shadow cast,
A tether to worlds, both slow and fast.
In silent nights, its pulse a guide,
A digital friend, by the bedside.
Oh, tiny keeper of dreams and schemes,
In your embrace, the world redeems.
Though silent you are, your voice is clear,
A bridge of connection, ever near.