In the silent hum of night, they glide,
Invisible threads through the cosmic tide,
Carrying voices, stories, and dreams,
In a symphony of unseen beams.

Across the vast and starry expanse,
They weave a tale, a timeless dance,
From ancient whispers to modern calls,
Through walls and hearts, they softly fall.

The silent heralds of our age,
Turning silence into a vibrant stage,
Connecting souls across the lands,
With unseen touches, gentle hands.

Oh, radio waves, ethereal and wise,
You bind the earth, the seas, the skies,
In your embrace, we find our tune,
A melody beneath the moon.