• The beat is born, Oh! how it moves,
    It dances too and fro
    High hats of sound and melody
    enable it to grow

    The lights of pulsing harmony
    Dance all along the walls
    Electric rhythms and techno chimes
    Ring forth through all the halls

    As circuits touch, a wondrous sight,
    The beat slows to a whisper
    The DJ spins so delicately,
    His movements getting crisper

    Then just as fast as it slowed,
    The beat drops all its worry
    Its sound hits hard and remains again,
    Pulsing in a hurry

    So as the song comes toward the last
    and as the beat will end
    The dancers wait in anticipation
    For the beat will rise again

    The sorrowed poet