Off in the mist and dense fog,
	T'was a faint, deep bass violin's roar.

	The mist -- it seemed to be pulsating,
	With the air knocking and bouncing.

	A lightning flash there,
	A crack of thunder where, a rift, through the fog, doth tear.

	Through the thinning mist you see,
	The digital synthesizer, source of bass, on air.