Something short to set my mind at ease
Since other things are pressing to the fore
Harmonica has stolen all my time
But writing is one thing I simply can't choose to ignore

I'm doing very well to keep the pace
This once-a-day can be a little much
But maybe once a week or once a month
I reach you for a moment, and through digital lines we touch

So this is all, three stanzas is enough
Four lines a piece, with a, b, c, and b
The meter doesn't fit to say its name
The last line longer makes it somewhat special, well, to me

And one more couplet brings us to a close
So that is how tonight's poetry goes.