The path of a well thrown American football pass. A staircase that goes round and round. The shape of a galaxy important to me and to you. The cut of a holiday ham.

The morning’s first sound, Doze must be pressed, On that button so round, To ensure you continue, Your comfortable rest.

Say goodbye to banes, Man’s greatest invention, Thomas had brains, To make such a thing,

A stare that pierces into soul. Metaphorical there, but will make physical holes. Excalibur for a battle-fed mole. Or an assassin’s tool that feels more personal.

A sound card alone won’t do, you need something more, to convert the signal into sound we adore. We plug them in, power them on, and let them sing.