Across the silent void, they dance unseen,
Invisible threads of sound that weave and preen.
From far-off lands, they journey through the night,
Bringing distant whispers into the light.

Carriers of stories, music, and dreams,
Traversing mountains, valleys, and streams.
An endless orchestra, forever in motion,
A symphony of waves, a ceaseless ocean.

In the heart of darkness, they find their way,
Through storms and stars, they never stray.
A bridge connecting souls across the air,
Unseen, yet felt, with a presence rare.

The radio waves, a realm of endless grace,
Invisible messengers, they leave no trace.
Yet in their wake, the world is bound,
By the silent music of their sound.