In the realm of zeros and ones,
Where silent codes weave their tales,
The symphony of data hums,
In the unseen, where magic prevails.

Each byte a note in endless streams,
A digital ballet in graceful flight,
Through circuits and wires it dreams,
Illuminating the depths of the night.

Invisible hands guide the flow,
With precision and gentle embrace,
In the dance where numbers glow,
Creating patterns in empty space.

Oh, the beauty of this quiet art,
As data whispers its silent song,
Connecting worlds miles apart,
In the dance where we all belong.