In the gentle hum of electric breath,
We find our worlds entwined in light,
Where silent whispers cross the seas,
Through glowing screens we hold at night.

Fingers dance on glassy plains,
Sending dreams in coded streams,
Yet in the quiet, hearts remain,
Connected through these digital beams.

Each chime a call, a soft embrace,
A lifeline in this vast expanse,
Where distance fades, and time holds space,
For moments shared in fleeting glance.

The phone, a bridge, a modern art,
Crafting ties from soul to soul,
Yet as we touch, we drift apart,
Searching for the whole in the digital role.