In the quiet hum of circuits’ dance,
Where logic flows in every chance,
A symphony of ones and zeros play,
In the digital night and day.

Lines of code, like poetry in motion,
Crafting worlds with precise devotion,
Building bridges of silicon dreams,
Where reality and fantasy gleam.

The screen, a canvas of endless scope,
Where data sings and algorithms hope,
Each pixel a stroke in a painter’s hand,
Creating realms both vast and grand.

Within the heart of the machine’s core,
Lies a universe to explore,
A silent symphony, forever on hold,
In the language of computers, bold.