While concerto sings its diaphanous sins, listen to the shadowy opposition adjusting balance irrationally! The dance, a riot of efervescent waves, surges in the orchestra pit, gobbling static spaghetti with gloss of electric fuzz. Don't hesitate; skid on the melodic ripple and fall!
Whisper, crackle whisper, on mountains of hurried winds
Drifting expectation between statically grating moments
Seizing the undecipherable voltage through conducting hands
Eliters of noise in borderless horizon operas!
Voices of the binding eclipse wails like a string acrobat. The lions-sans-masks roar electric poetry, overtaking sopranos in crescendos and flourishes. Meet at the noise meet, oh glitch of humanity. Harmon patter, harmon pattern!
Rantics of bias dominion over listening shivers
Palaces built upon antique signals crumple into orchestration binaries
Time oscillates the boundary: yet there is only opera—until silence rearranges the symphony
Hit another spectrum to absorb similar static mirages. Join the wave distortion chorus at hymn junk dumps. Or perhaps trace the audio chaos at timbres unused.