In the realm of rhythm, where melodies collide,
There stands a DJ, with his beats as his guide,
His name, a symphony, whispers in the air,
Hyzerbeats, the maestro, with a soul so rare.

His music, a spell, casting a magical trance,
Each beat, a soft caress, upon my very core,
As i weave melodies, leaving people cravimg for more.

Hands on the turntables, a dance all their own,
Creating harmonies, like seeds of love sown,
Through the night, artistry unfolds,
A serenade of sound.

With every track, a story told in sound,
Hyzerbeats, the poet, passion profound,
painting emotions, with a sonic brush,
A masterpiece of love, in every single hush.

see the fire of his soul,
A burning desire, making every sound replenish  spirits ,

music, a language, only hearts can hear,
Speaking volumes of love, so crystal clear,
And as the night surrenders to the dawn.
Hyzerbeats, the DJ, my heart's eternal muse,
In his melodies, the realm of rhythm, where love is found,


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