In the palm of my hand, a world so vast,
Pixels dance to the rhythm of my touch.
A silent symphony of voices from the past,
Connecting hearts with whispers, soft and lush.

Fingers glide across this glassy sea,
Each message a ripple, each call a wave.
In this digital realm, we find our plea,
Through screens that hold us, yet crave.

Echoes of laughter, captured in frames,
Memories stored in a virtual embrace.
A device, a portal, with countless names,
Bridging distances, transcending space.

Yet in this tethered freedom we roam,
A paradox of closeness and solitude.
The phone, a vessel, bringing us home,
In its glow, we find our interlude.