In the quiet hum of midnight’s embrace,
A symphony of currents, unseen, takes place.
Wires weaving tales of light and power,
In the secret heart of the electric hour.

Sparks dance along their hidden path,
Whispering secrets in a silent bath.
The pulse of energy, a steady beat,
Bringing life to every street.

Neon signs that flicker and glow,
In the city’s veins, the currents flow.
A tapestry of lights in endless array,
Turning night to day, and day to play.

From the smallest bulb to the grandest grid,
The magic of electricity is hid.
A force unseen, yet felt by all,
In every rise, in every fall.