Inside

Those flowery notes in my submarine:
Oh how the sweet  voice's gentle careen
Paced by the rhythm, as we sail so smooth, 
The engine plays on the drum machine

The bassline drops to tickle this place
I smile. That voice sounds  like my face.
Come joy, pour deep now into my booth:
D-dum d-dum goes the drum machine

Outside

The fluttering symbols on the screen 
Paint our joy. Watch her smile.
Aww, are those her feet? Sing her song, love
Sing the one that turns on our little machine

Watch her kick and move, she's smiling!
The little fingers conducting a symphony
Come joy, pour deep now into us both
As we watch life on the ultrasound machine

(c) nyonglema