Wedding china rattles, whispers break like glass

She parades in borrowed lace,
Press shots, sugar paste.
But the name she carved on that wristband tag
Scratches like claws from a paper bag.

Every crib bell rings familiar,
Like the jingle on my radiator.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Nursery’s painted, but the joke’s on her,
’Cause I hear whiskers every time I purr.

Her smug smile smells of powdered skin,
But all I taste is the litter bin.
Behind the lullabies and staged applause,
I hear my tabby sharpening claws.

Every rattle’s got the same old sound,
Echo of paws still running around.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Nursery’s painted, but the joke’s on her,
’Cause I hear whiskers every time I purr.

Baptism bowl or water dish,
Stealing names won’t grant her wish.
She plays the saint with a plagiarized crown,
But cats don’t kneel, they tear thrones down.

Copycat cradle—falling apart.
Copycat cradle—poor little start.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Forever branded with a borrowed fur,
I’ll keep the original—she’ll always be a blur.

Rattling dishes, silence bites back.

She called her kid like my cat (Scandipop reload)

Once upon a time
The universe was born
In a fiery flash of light
And all the stars
Planets
And moons
And the elements of life
Were created on that first day

And we are just atoms and stardust

I see the stars in your eyes
Oh
Let us travel in time
'Cause I see the stars in your eyes
Oh
Let us travel in time
Travel in time

There is a magic in the stars above
In the planets
In the moon
In the elements of life
And it makes me feel so good

I feel the fire of the universe
And all its power
It makes me love you

I see the stars in your eyes
Oh
Let us travel in time
'Cause I see the stars in your eyes
Oh
Let us travel in time
Travel in time

The stars in your eyes

I woke at dawn before the prairie sun, saddle strapped, my day begun  
Dust on boots, horse’s breath in my ear, I ride this land where I refuse to fear  
No man’s shadow tells me how to steer, I raise the brand and hold my ground right here  
Wind at my back, open sky above, I claim my place not by luck but by love  

In the saddle I stand, nothing slows me down  
Ranch-girl’s heart, strong as the frontier ground  
Whip cracks the rhythm, I’m free and proud and found  
Ride with me, where no limits are bound  

Cattle lowing in twilight’s glow, I take the reins, let my purpose show  
Storms will come, but I hold the line, own my rope, my courage by design  
They say “sit still”, I say “ride on through”, this ranch, this life I built it true  
Sunset fading into desert night, I light the fire, hold the torch of fight  

In the saddle I stand, nothing slows me down  
Ranch-girl’s heart, strong as the frontier ground  
Whip cracks the rhythm, I’m free and proud and found  
Ride with me, where no limits are bound  

Here I carve my name in the wild wind’s song  
I answer only to the land I belong  
Through dust and thunder, I claim my time  
My voice, my path, on this endless line  

In the saddle I stand, nothing slows me down  
Ranch-girl’s heart, strong as the frontier ground  
Whip cracks the rhythm, I’m free and proud and found  
Ride with me, where no limits are bound  

In the saddle I stand, where freedom’s crowned  

Ranch-girl’s heart

It's still a demo that needs some tweaking, but I wanted to share it before 2026 :D

Spotlights rise.
Twelve glitter doors swing open.
The orchestra swells with gossip, glitter, and disaster.
Welcome to the year Broadway itself couldn’t script.

[ACT I GLITTER IN THE SNOW]

[Scene January]
January!
Three celebrity divorces before the 5th boom!
A rapper’s trial streams like prime time TV.
K pop teasers crash apps;
A megastar soft launches her “mystery man.”
Tabloids ignite, dancers spin in paparazzi strobe light.

Oh January, you walk onstage already on fire.

[Scene February]
February!
Super Bowl show explodes, screens melt from coast to coast.
A diva announces her world tour mid high note.
A leaked album drops on Telegram at dawn.
A BAFTA gown becomes the internet’s new religion.

Fame is a bargain bin jewel…
But screenshots last forever.

[Scene March]
March!
AI fakes a superstar duet, half the world falls for it.
At the Awards, the wrong winner named,
Gasps, boos, chair scoots, total Broadway chaos.
A K drama couple confirms dating, servers combust.

March, you shine like a spotlight…
And stab like a prop knife.

[ACT II THE SEASON OF MELTDOWNS]

[Scene April]
April!
Coachella brings fainting divas, surprise reunions,
And an influencer kicked out for illegal drone shots.
A billionaire launches skincare, instantly accused of copying.

Cancelled tours, surprise drops,
Yet we keep buying tickets.

[Scene May]
May!
Met Gala steps: couture, claws, and cold smiles.
Eurovision detonates in political subtweets.
A boyband “hiatus” breaks half the planet’s heart.

Every like, a prayer
Whispered to the algorithm.

[Scene June]
June!
A breakup posted, deleted, reposted, captured forever.
A DJ arrested mid festival, crowd keeps dancing.
A mega influencer wedding spawns a documentary trilogy.

Fire in the DMs,
Fire in the comments,
June dances on the ruins.

[Scene July]
July!
A blockbuster flops so hard the studio vanishes tweets.
A rapper drops three diss tracks before sunrise.
A luxury brand CEO cries on livestream, donations disabled.

Rumors rise like floodwater…
And drown apologies.

[ACT III JUDGMENT AND OTHER NATURAL DISASTERS]

[Scene August]
August!
VMAs: mic snatch, wardrobe failure, backstage brawl, all trending.
An AI idol debuts and outsells real humans.
A Netflix doc destroys two celebrity careers overnight.

Metal minds write perfect songs;
Humans write perfect scandals.

[Scene September]
September!
Venice Film Festival, ovations, walkouts, chaos in couture.
A pop memoir leaks early, lawyers sprint through stage left.
A supermodel falls on the runway, trends for days.

Verdicts fall on albums, outfits,
And entire lives.

[Scene October]
October!
A royal family meltdown dominates global feeds.
A midnight diss track tags half the industry.
A billionaire’s yacht party becomes PR hell.
A hurricane cancels festivals; influencers film “sad aesthetic” content.

Storms erase cities…
But never headlines.

[Scene November]
November!
Award season snubs ignite online riots.
A K pop contract war becomes global news.
Black Friday erases three celebrity brands.
A pregnancy reveal mid concert breaks the internet.

We chase applause
Even while burning every bridge.

[Scene December]
December!
Year end lists spark fandom civil wars.
A holiday duet climbs to No. 1.
Three feuding celebs publicly reconcile, tears, lights, clicks.
And the final scandal drops at 23:58.

Year of stans, streams, beefs, leaks, comebacks, collapses, resurrections.
Phones glow like candles in a cathedral of drama.
At midnight we close your feed,
Only to swipe again.
Hello next year…
May you be worse.

2025 Recap : the Avant Garde Broadway Musical

In the flashing lights I catch your silhouette
You wear the silver stare, the velvet threat
Dancing through the night like a comet’s glow
In your glitter shadow, we set the show

Under the glitter shadow, we shine so bright
Rocking through the midnight, we claim the night
Leave behind the quiet sorrow, take the fight
In the glitter shadow, we make our light

Leather boots on fire, chords electric sharp
We break the mirror world, we steal the dark
Heartbeat pounding louder than the city roar
In your glitter shadow we want more

Under the glitter shadow, we shine so bright
Rocking through the midnight, we claim the night
Leave behind the quiet sorrow, take the fight
In the glitter shadow, we make our light

Rise up, feel the spark in your eyes
No more hiding in the plain disguise
We’re chrome and flame, no apologies to make
In your glitter shadow, we keep awake

Under the glitter shadow, we shine so bright
Rocking through the midnight, we claim the night
Leave behind the quiet sorrow, take the fight
In the glitter shadow, we make our light

We shine so bright (Alternative Rock reload)

It drifted from somewhere deep in the distant blue
A quiet wandering breath unknown
Trying softly to recall
All the shapes it once carried before the world was born around it
It gathers a glow at the edge of an ancient memory

Never reaching close to what it meant to reveal
Only discovering it never found the words

It held a place above the stone
It never made the light feel torn
As it listens to a calling breeze
Anyone else would clearly see
It watches the ground below

But what the air believes, it keeps
No careful mind can puzzle it away
What moves in veil
Feels always better than silence
Better than silence at all

It keeps drifting somewhere lost in a fading glow
Where it still imagines there is room to rise again
Some hour, someplace
Its warmth will settle back
It held a place above the stone
It never made the light feel torn
As it listens to a calling breeze
Anyone else would clearly see
It watches the ground below

But what the air believes, it keeps
No careful mind can puzzle it away
What moves in veil
Feels always better than silence
Better than silence at all

What the air believes
It keeps
No careful mind can puzzle it away
What moves in veil
Feels always better than silence
Better than silence at all

Atmosphere

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

New tracks tagged #3D spatial effects