In the electric hum of midnight air,
Where circuits sing in silent prayer,
A world unfolds in blinking lights,
A digital dawn that knows no nights.

Keys tap like rain on silicon plains,
Each stroke a story, each line explains,
The language of machines, cold yet fair,
In binary whispers, they declare.

Screens glow with the promise of dreams,
Pixels weaving tales in vibrant streams,
A tapestry of ones and zeroes spun,
In this realm where the mind can run.

Yet beneath the surface of metal and glass,
Lies the heart of man, memories amassed,
In every byte, a fragment of soul,
In the dance of data, we find our role.