Premiere: Zvrra – Wooden Rain Tool [QEONE]

There once was a Zvrra so rare, Who lived on a techno-swept prairie with care,
With her Wooden Rain Tool, So bizarre and so cool, That made rhythms beyond all compare!

She tumbled her beats like a shower, On dry wood for hour after hour,
While butterfly wings Made glistening things, As beetles turned gold by her power!

The musical Zvrra would play Her hypnotic percussion all day,
In QEONE’s domain, Through sunshine and rain, While breakbeats and melodies sway!

Oh wonderful, strange little Zvrra, From Illinois, not from Sierra,
Her ambient chirps And kaleidoscope blips, Made listeners feel so much clearer!