In silent whirls the currents dance, A symphony of volts that chance, Through copper veins they surge anew, The silent hum, the unseen crew. Amps in whispers measure flow, Their pulse the heart of night aglow, Where resistance dares to slow the stream, Yet sparks ignite the dreamer's dream. The insulator guards the night, A sentinel 'gainst spark and light, While conductors bravely lead the charge, In pathways seamless, still and large. In circuits vast, both old and new, The dance of light and power rings true, And in this realm of force and grace, Electric dreams find their embrace.