Electro Paean: Daedalus
You invented a box to delight and reshuffle your tracks,
Tap-lit buttons you gridded in bright, oh my! orangey arrays.
There weren’t records that spun, or the token fly-wheels
Of faux spinners still lost in the age of two tastes.
It’s your labyrinthine machine that sings in a myriad voice,
That can speak the swift babble of billions of tongues,
A new cascade of sounds that feed sounds, a wide sonic mix hall
Of reflections of reflections to pops and re-bubbled beat blends.
They remind our perked ears of the never-a-stop pace of life
That we humans have cleft from the soil – reinvent! reinvent!
May you fop upon keys with inscrutable methods of mash
So we hear, and we see, and we gawk, and we blush,
That our bodies all wag in assent, and we learn to re-live
As the sounds you have served before us.