Building blocks, ticking clocks, melodies so high.
Lightning speeds, input seeds, tones to amplify.
Chapters of long, pages of song, letters turn to words.
Words of fun, speeches of pun, voice to be heard.
My timbre prolong, my note ready, shadow be so daring.
My sound is strong, my delivery is steady, bursting out the larynx.
Now it’s free, hopefully a treat, the musical clock spinning in tune.
Now everyone can see, hopefully something unique, a sound block releasing the typhoon.