In the silent hum of the midnight air,
Electric whispers weave through the dark,
Invisible threads of power and light,
Guiding our dreams with a gentle spark.

The city sleeps under a blanket of stars,
Yet beneath the surface, a vibrant flow,
Pulses through veins of copper and wire,
Breathing life into shadows below.

Neon signs flicker, casting their glow,
A symphony of colors in the night,
Electricity dances with effortless grace,
Turning the mundane into something bright.

Oh, the unseen force that powers our world,
Silent and steady in its endless flight,
An unseen artist painting through darkness,
With strokes of energy, pure and white.