The buzz of excited roars

The bass rocks and pounds

Her youthful spirit soars

With all the lights and sounds

The beats spinning faster

The music growing louder

She simply serves the master,

But in this she can't be prouder

She lives to serve the beats

But she is not their slave

The chorus now repeats

Washing over her like a wave

A life devoted to solitude

Amidst the roiling masses

What others see as attitude

Is sadness behind the glasses

She continues her lonely work

For those who can't understand

She keeps strong behind a smirk

As she travels across the land

One day she'll find another

As devoted to the rhythm as she,

One to call her musical brother

On that day, how happy she'll be.