In the symphony of electric whispers,
your voice dances in the gentle static.
Each crackle, a sonnet; each pop, a kiss.
I listen to the language of noise,
yearning to decode our fervent secrets
woven in the silence of the stars.
Let the evening's murmurs embrace us,
while the static folds our tender tales
into crystalline memories of yesteryears.
Love, amidst the trembling air,
becomes the frequency we cannot escape,
resonating through every whispered pulse.