I open like a book but for reading, I have keys but no lock I work when you tap, sleep when you shut I travel with you, yet stay on your lap.

Frets I have many, but worries are none. I’ve got a waist and a neck, but no belt or hat. Give a pluck and I can make you a star, Like BB and Carlos, Brittany, and Jack.

A mirror, made of varied hues But only those the makers choose A space designed to trap a muse And once its soul is captured there Imprisoned, hanging in the air Then people pay to come and stare What am I

Here today. Gone tomorrow. I am the same on the surface. But my undercurrent has changed. I am the RIPPLE AFFECT.

I’ve sent a titan to its eternal bed, Yet I’m crisp, validated when you’re eating my head. When seen, it’s only a peak, just a thread. In a sea of green or blue, be aware of your tread.