This poem on my screen
is defined by the flipping of electrons,
is coded into the speech of atoms:
a different music from that I seek,
but beautiful, nonetheless.
There is an elegance in the dance of atoms,
but it requires an attentive ear
to hear equations singing;
an eye attuned to patterns
of unseen and barely-imagined
mysteries.
Surely it must be a kind of magic
(or even poetry)
that finds my signal
(the electrons of my message)
amidst the noise and chaos of this universe
and sends it straight to you.
