A valentine poem to tubes


Roses are red, but the music is warm,
Glowing tubes delivering sweet sonic charm.
Strings sing so sweet,
Bass vibrates your feet,
Each note's a caress in this audio balm.

Transistors may boast an efficiency claim,
But tubes whisper secrets, ignite passion's flame.
Harmonics alight,
Textures take flight,
A soundstage expansive, defying all name.

So crank up the volume, let melodies flow,
With each blooming ripple, emotions aglow.
Roses may fade,
But the music that's made,
Is a love song, eternal, which kind tubes did sow.

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Class D, it's not, my Technics amp
Despite tube lovers that often rant
The sound is sublime
No etch, no grime
To admit as much, they can't
 

Glass amps are a pleasure                                                                                   That many folks treasure

While sand amps abound                                                                                      And Many prefer their sound

Made of glass
Or made of sand
Dont make a fuss
About amplification mystic and
let your room do the music at last