The Robot Dance

Through the haze of brass, a figure came alive,
A steampunk creation, with a fantasy thrive.

Cogs and levers, built of scrap and grace,
A sentient clockwork with a curious face.

Gentle clinks composed his speech,
A language of mechanics, secrets to teach.

In every joint, in every bolt,
rumbles cascade to a rhythmic jolt.
In every clink, in every whirr

With every clonk and every zirrr

the robot finally found his rhyme,
Yes, let me tell you about a dance through time:

With gears as words, and steam as song,
We met where scientists and robots belong.

In this world where the robot finds the human heart,
happens a surreal fusion with need to impart.

His metal frame echoed a rhythmic trance,
A desire to learn the human dance!

But the humans moved with clockwork precision,
Emulating the robot with rhythmic decision.
They moved like some clockwork clones,
Following the robots mechanical tones.

Embraced the mechanical sway,
As the robot yearned to dance ballet.

In the midst of cogs with his curious mind,
The steampunk robot his gears entwined.
Met some musicians who where drumming the beat,
and learned to finally waltz his metallic feet.
With each hiss of steam, a twirl refined,
The steampunk robot, a dance designed.

Together they created a mechanical waltz,
Humans and machine, an unlikely pulse.
In the union of gears and human desire,
They are moving together, they are feeling the fire.

Written by Christiane Meyer