Sounds from the Pad

As the mellow glow the screen lights my face
In the loneness of my room,
I hear only the low sounds of movement
From the next room as the human there
Likewise sits, and is illumined
By similar light, though I cannot see it.
But I hear the sporadic, purposed taps and clicks
Of that one, in competition.
The taps of keys and clicks of buttons,
Though irregular, are purposefully created.
I sense the competition rising
As those sounds increase in number and volume.
Though thus, they still remain
Unique and distiguishible as being purposeful.
No more...
The taps and clicks flood into my ears:
A roar of panic and desperation.
Now they stop....
And all is silent...
Save for a deep and heavy breathing
Of frustration.