In the silent realm where shadows play,
Invisible threads begin to weave,
A tapestry of light and sound,
The essence of all we perceive.
From the depths of cosmic birth,
Radiant whispers traverse the night,
Bearing tales of distant stars,
In waves of energy and light.
Unseen, yet ever-present force,
Binding galaxies in their flight,
A symphony of electric dreams,
Guiding the universe with gentle might.
In every pulse and every spark,
Electromagnetic echoes ring,
A timeless dance across the void,
The song of creation they sing.