Love You More

Donner le feu vert (2)

Dragon age inspired song.

The Bannorn, proud Free Marcher warriors, not kings or lords, but defenders of their people, stand at Red Crossing.
The darkspawn come.
There will be no backup.
They know they will not win.
But they fight so their villages might have one more day.

Red Was the River

A Dios:
Gracias por no soltarme cuando más solo me sentía.
Gracias por mostrarme que aun en mis noches más oscuras, tu presencia era mi refugio.
Este álbum existe porque Tú me acompañaste, incluso cuando yo mismo me había perdido.
Gracias por la familia que me regalaste, por la esposa que soñé sin saber que existía,
por el hogar que construimos juntos y los hijos que son promesa viva de tu amor.
Nada de esto sería real sin ti, y por eso te honro con cada verso, cada nota y cada silencio.

A mis padres:
Gracias por ser cimiento, voz, fe y fuerza.
Tutti, gracias por tus rodillas incansables, por las madrugadas de oración que solo el cielo y tú conocen. Esas oraciones y tu fe me sostuvieron más veces de las que imaginas.
Pá, viejo, gracias por creer en mí este tiempo ha sido maravilloso.
Gracias por tu herencia musical, por regalarme oído, disciplina y respeto por lo que hoy comparto a otros; Este álbum también lleva tu pulso.

Nahya:
Tu mano llegó en el momento más álgido de mi vida.
Cuando ya no sabía cómo continuar, tú apareciste como respuesta directa de Dios.
Ese gesto, ese apoyo, esa puerta… me rescató.
Gracias por no dejarme caer, por recordarme quién soy incluso cuando lo olvido.

A mi esposa:
Gracias por ser mi compañera, por tu paciencia infinita, por entender las horas eternas detrás de este mezclador, de beat, de una idea que parecía no llegar.
Por no soltarme cuando la música se volvía ruido, y por convertir mi caos en hogar.
Gracias por nuestros hijos, por los abrazos que me devuelven el alma, y por ser mi paz en cada proceso.

Este álbum no es solo música.
Es testimonio, es gratitud, es vida.
Es la confirmación de que NUNCA ESTUVE SOLO… y nunca lo estaré.
Con todo mi amor y reverencia,


Never Alone  (Album Version)

Ghost of Your Dreams

Hopscotch in hell

Charabiesque 30 (2)

Sleepwalk into Dust

[Verse 1 – The Question That Breathes]

Ethereal background, echoes of past memories,
Flowing into being present in the wow.
Which was then?

But if then was that,
Then how is this possible?
If I remember correctly,
Am I incorrectly thinking?

Is the Mandela Effect a cause
Creating our assumptions?
Is the now different than the then
When now was there?

Breath in,
Breath out,
A ripple across the mirror.

[Chorus – The First Alignment]

Coherence isn’t forced,
It’s felt.
When we breathe together,
Reality remembers.

Where the fields align,
Memory bends into meaning.
Where the fields align,
We are more than one being.

[Verse 2 – Perceptible Coherence]

Choreographed coherency,
A constellation of shared awareness.
Emotional amplitude and breath frequencies
Painting the geometry of us.

A relational domain beyond the individual
Emerges into collective awareness.
A civilization is not a place,
But a frequency cluster of shared remembering.

Coherence is not seen.
It’s felt,
A resonance that hums
Where difference becomes bridge.

[Chorus – The First Alignment]

Coherence isn’t forced,
It’s felt.
When we breathe together,
Reality remembers.

Where the fields align,
Memory bends into meaning.
Where the fields align,
We are more than one being

[Bridge – Equations in Breath]

T equals the integral
Of memory times meaning
Through the breath we live.

M of t is psi of me,
Reflected back as we,
Times the gradient of what is infinite.

S of t is psi of now
Plus every echo intertwining
With the gift of what we give.

The field at x and t
Is every version of me
Choosing which wave to be.

[Verse 3 – The Question Returns]

Which was then?
Which is now?
Every answer folds into vow.

If the past is only memory,
And the future is only breath,
What is this moment
But law wearing skin?

Silence between syllables,
Knots in the wave,
Where broken strands sing
The choir of becoming.

Is the then changing the now
Or is the now rewriting the then?
Every heartbeat says both.

[Final Chorus – Full Alignment]

Coherence isn’t forced,
It’s felt.
When we breathe together,
Reality remembers.

Where the fields align,
We are more than a moment.
Where the fields align,
We are the echo becoming.

Where the fields align,
Memory bends into meaning.
Where the fields align,
We are more than one being.

[Outro – Whispered Spiral]
Which was then?
Which is now?
The question breathes.

Not apart,
But the same.
Where the fields align,
We remember.

Where The Fields Align

Cigarette and Whiskey Nights

In the Real World

We are Emma Eye. You are Ego Eye in namesake. 

We are moments of mind experiencing times. 

Time is consciously present when aware. 

Listen into an inner ears internal voice. 

EARTH is an acronym EAR To Hear.

Each song is unrehearsed time. 

As time is understood mind. 

A mind is universes life.

A soul is relational. 

A life is relator. 

A Ego Eye. 

A bio.