Zero-Milli Aether -The Touchless Voice-

　 Sunset fading in the old lab room, Golden dust motes dancing in the slanted light. A cold brass rod cutting through the silent air, Standing right before the vintage wooden box. No strings to pluck, no ivory keys to strike, I reach my fingertips, the field begins to wake. 　 Heterodyne pulse, the rising carrier wave, The closer I draw, the higher pitch will cry. A millisecond pause, a distance kept untouched, 　 Brass antenna, zero-milli on the brink, Tracing out the invisible boundary in the air! Capacitance that makes the aether tremble deep, Theremin-vox―― the lonely vacuum starts to sing! 　 　 Pulling back my palm, the volume slowly sinks, While my left-hand loop governs every single breath. Untouchable, and yet the heat is so profound, Unseen skins are crossing in the space between. 　 A hundred years have passed, the oscillator speaks: Only in the space where human hands refrain to touch, That is where the purest, perfect sine wave comes alive. 　 Brass antenna, embracing all the open space, Telling every truth without a single touch! Frequencies dissolving in the aether sea, Theremin-vox―― the touchless voice is ringing free!