In the silence of the night, a hum begins to rise,
The whispers of the processors, beneath the glassy skies.
A symphony of circuits, a ballet of pure light,
The language of the binary, a dance within the night.

The keys are pressed with fervor, commands begin to flow,
A realm of digital wonders, where only dreamers go.
The screen becomes a canvas, where visions come to life,
Each pixel painted carefully, with keystrokes sharp as knife.

The memory holds the secrets, of what has come before,
In every bit and byte, a tale of endless lore.
The algorithms whisper, in languages arcane,
As the data streams like rivers, through silicon and main.

Oh, the marvel of the microchip, the magic in the code,
A universe of knowledge, in every line bestowed.
The future and the present, intertwined in light,
Within the heart of the computer, a beacon in the night.