prose
There are still quiet places online
Drives humm softly
Counters tick slowly
Screens don't pulse or flash
Soft glow, dim cyan burn in on LCD panes
There are still quiet places online
Visitors are few
Visitors are none
No one stays to say hello
But all still are welcome
There are still quiet places online
They're not forgotten
They're not alone
They're not gone
They're not dead
There are still quiet places online
And they are not empty
There are still quiet places online
And they're listening