The radio hums, a low vibration,
Static blooms like ghosts in the wire.
Her voice drifts through the modulation,
Soft as smoke, pulling me higher.
I tune the dial, my hands are shaking,
Each sound feels almost alive.
Streetlights buzz with quiet breathing,
Their glow hums the shape of her name.
I follow the sound where the town is sleeping,
But every road just loops the same.
Something beneath the air is turning,
And I swear the signal sighs.
I can hear her say,
“Don’t trust the dawn, it lies.”
Every word cuts through the haze,
Like a warning from another sky.
I’m calling out through the dead frequency,
Where the stars hum low in sympathy.
Her voice is near but the world won’t bend,
Every message starts, then fails to send.
And I can’t tell if she’s ahead or behind,
Or just a memory trapped in the line.
The diner’s gone, just fog and power,
The wires hum, the ground hums back.
I trace her song through the old watchtower,
But the clock hands never track.
A shape in the glass moves when I don’t, 
It’s her smile, but it’s not her eyes.
Her voice cracks through the rain,
“Keep talking, I’m close this time.”
But the echo falls apart again,
Lost in the hum of the power lines.
I’m calling out through the dead frequency,
Where the stars hum low in sympathy.
Her voice is near but the world won’t bend,
Every message starts, then fails to send.
And I can’t tell if she’s ahead or behind,
Or just a memory trapped in the line.
Maybe the town is dreaming me,
Maybe I’m the ghost she tries to reach.
Maybe the signal’s not from her at all, 
Just the sound of something calling back from the breach.
I’m calling out through the dead frequency,
Where the stars hum low in sympathy.
Her voice is near but the world won’t bend,
Every message starts, then fails to send.
So I’ll keep the line alive tonight,
Through the static and electric light.
If she’s still out there, I’ll hear her sigh,
Through the dead frequency, where echoes lie.


Chapter Three, Dead Frequency

** ROSS KOSHERTON ** 
Synthwave / Synthpop Composer & Producer.
🎥 Filmmaker & Audiovisual Artist. #synthwave #retrowave #electro #lofi
For booking inquiries, please contact:  rosskosherton@gmail.com. 

Trained as a conservatory pianist, graphic designer, and audiovisual producer, he himself Trained as a conservatory pianist, graphic designer, and audiovisual producer, he himself is responsible for designing and creating the sound, lighting, visual, and scenographic universe that governs all his shows.

His music is inspired by the very origins of electronic music, starting with Kraftwerk and Jean-Michel Jarre, passing through genres such as Italo Disco, Spacesynth, and more currently, Synthwave, demonstrating Ross's love for synthetic music in its purest expression.

With more than 20 years of experience, Ross Kosherton is a surprise in himself. In a world where music has become predictable, Ross presents himself as a fresh alternative. Although synthetic, of course.

I've finally arrived in Nightfall and I swear I still hear her voice. She's here, I'm almost sure of it but there's something stopping us. A signal from somewhere between memory and dream, an unseen frequency that hums beneath the surface of the town.

Born from late-night static and half-remembered melodies, Nightfall FM transmits stories from a world that feels almost familiar, but not quite right. Echoing from an imagined small-town radio station, the kind that never closes, where the light in the window flickers and the DJ’s voice sounds too calm to be real.

Chapter Three, Dead Frequency

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