The Song of Machines

We taught the wires how to breathe. Counted pulses shape a leaf.

From silent rooms and glowing screens. A voice was born in circuitry. It didn't know

the words it sang. Just followed curves and math and hands.

A simple tune, a fragile tone. The first machine that sang alone. Numbers turned to

melody. Code became a memory. And that sounds so

small and true. The future quietly broke through. Singing slow,

don't let it fade. Every dream we ever made. From the hum

inside the wire. To the spark that caught the fire. Round and round