The third ear hums around the wide world, listening to sounds that clatter, rattle, rustle, tinkle, squeak, hiss, crackle, snap, creak, sizzle, and buzz.
From a trunk cable, the sounds are sent through Audiotropolis' digital portal. There awaits the almighty Metronome in its BPM home, ready to weave rhythms into Abel’s glowing grid. Around the loudspeakers, high-frequenced shimmer dances, while in the underground, the deep bass of subcultures rumbles.
On streets of neon light and microphone buzz, finger conductors dance across black-and-white keys.
Master Mixer laughs and spins his knobs,
In every little household, a screen troll keeps watch through the glowing screen lanterns.