The world saw nothing but a tangle of wires and a blown out speaker blaring distorted sounds.

You saw promise beyond the coils of crossed cords.  You could reach through the distant disconnect and tune it all back in.

With gentle motions you Opened up the metal shell made to protect the more delicate insides.

There you dared the jungle of electric vines  to put order to this jumble. The strands of disarray combed straight by patient hands.