With wigs and painted faces bright,
They step upon the stage at night,
Their instruments all gleaming bright,
Ready to play a sonic delight.
These clowns with their minimal synths,
Create a sound that never thins,
A world of music that begins,
With notes that dance and sing within.
They tweak and twist each dial and knob,
Creating beats that never stop,
The rhythm builds and starts to throb,
And soon the audience is caught.
The clowns they grin and laugh and play,
Their music taking them away,
And all the listeners start to sway,
Lost in the sound of the clowns' array.
So let us celebrate these clowns,
Who make us dance and move around,
Their minimal synths a joyful sound,
That fills our hearts and souls profound.