Real Strings Won't Do

Meticulous mind, with each rhythm he slaves Turning the code into electronic waves His speakers boom with synthetic heart Life's in the beat, a mechanical art Home's in his studio, where he’s the god Crafting new worlds with a nod and a prod Melodies coded, perfection pursued His wife's voice echoes, 'time for food' He nods and smiles, says, 'I’ll be there soon' Lost in the sound, under a binary moon In the lab, with the code, he's a fiend AI tracks, it's all he breathes He compiles, with the beats on repeat Synth lines, his technology No sleep, eyes glued to the screen For that sound How he crafts that, his bot, his love He programs, he tweaks, all night Drop that bass over here [Chorus] Real strings won't do There's no rest for the obsessed, with beats on cue Eyes on the prize, from dusk 'til the sky's bright blue He masters the waveforms, a virtual tide Always chasing that perfection—where raw emotion resides His bride knocks gently, whispers 'Take a break' But he's lost in algorithms, no time to hesitate With AI as his muse and code as his street He lays down the tracks where silicon and soul meet [Chorus] For him, it's zeroes and ones 'til the beat feels true Cuz in his digital realm, real strings just won't do His fingers dance, on keys unseen Algorhythmic dreams, his mind's routine Each night he toils, 'til light of dawn In the beat, his love, his bond [Verse 2] She calls once more, 'Love, come to bed' Yet he can't step away, from the web that's spread Melodic visions, codes his creed In this digital realm, he's freed [Chorus] Obsession's his spouse, no clock to unglue In the realm where he reigns, real strings won't do