The Chronology of Sound
In dust of old, where wood and wire, Lit the spark of human fire. Six strings screamed in ‘69, A soul expressed in every line.
Then neon bled through midnight air, With synthesizers everywhere. The drum machine, a steady beat, Where heart and circuit chose to meet.
But now the ghost has left the hand, To dwell within a silicon land. From analog breath to neural light, Project: AI Soul wakes the night.