The Y poem.

Yellow Magic Orchestra

Clusters form in fields of sound
bound to the electron
the string
and the drum
pulsing forth from diaphragms
moving air

Wavelengths and waveforms
exist side by side
in artificial spaces
Temperatures rise
and dissipate
in beads of sweat

Electrons explode
in symphonies of revolution
where coast meets ocean
Their meaning may be misunderstood
but their rhythms get the kids dancing

Over time
signals fade
then revive
the music come alive

Strands separate
then re-intertwine
the pulses mark time

The disc keeps turning

(25 November 2016)