Unreal at how good
these nodules of modules
sound and blast my ear drums.
Still recall that first moment,
a bit like your first
.mp3
(Jamiroquai – Virtual Insanity, a friendly
pirate handed young veeg a disc with software
and entertainment, program called Sonique
and life defining music)
and how unlikely it ever was to be.

A computer fair for a nerd obsessed,
with components across all horizons
(my digital Serengeti lush
with I/O reads)
this table offering discounts on discs alike
and three for £10 meant picking
random thirds,
a hastily made word art album cover
containing two thousand modules,
my pearly gates.

This random CD full of sounds
I had never heard,
at sizes never contemplated,
in a genre loved amazed,
became a focal point yet again,
absorbing inconsequentials for no other
benefit but
the expansion of a music directory.

Information contained in notation
tagged for those with the tool to view,
you learn, those minds behind
these creations, the true person
the real nature,
and small sense of connection born,
just mine, no one else, admiration
for the Superusers.