Algorithms sway to the rhythm’s call

Cyberpunk rhythms, cyber modes, Music’s web, beats, and codes, Glowing threads in the dark of night, From the future, yet in our sight. Keys aglow, streets ablaze, From the future, yet in our days. Virtual choirs, songs entwined, Music in cyberspace, forever bind. Keys aglow Keys aglow, streets ablaze, From the future, yet in our days. Virtual choirs, songs entwined, Music in cyberspace, forever bind. Look—it’s enigmatic, yet alluring, A fusion of beauty, seamlessly concurring, As if algorithms sway to the rhythm’s call, Echoing what’s past, captivating us all. Keys aglow all. As if algorithms sway to the rhythm’s call Look—it’s mysterious, yet beguiling, From the future, yet in our present compiling, Algorithms dance, aware they’re not lone, In this cyber symphony, their code is sown. Keys aglow, streets ablaze, From the future, yet in our days. Virtual choirs, songs entwined, Music in cyberspace—a murky bond.