Don’t wake me up, I’m already under

Footsteps in felt, counting my breaths
Teeth of the clock chew through the rest
Blanket of dust tucks in my name
Pillow remembers, I don’t feel the same
Hands like rooms, empty of guests
I hear the mattress relearn my weight
Night kneels down, asks what I’ll trade

Whisper it slow, time takes everything
Lay me this still, hear the hinges sing
Open the dark, I stop resisting

My body decomposes
Under quiet roses
Counting down in doses
What the earth reposes
My body decomposes

Inventory: breath / light / noise gone
Keep what you keep, let the rest move on

Label the edges, thread by thread
Names unspool, stitch instead
Glass in the window learns to blur
I turn to soil, you call it “sir”

Say it again, time takes everything
Fold me to loam, hear the hinges sing
Open the dark, I stop resisting

My body decomposes
Under quiet roses
Counting down in doses
What the earth reposes
My body decomposes

Entropy is patient, a librarian of silence
It files my heart under dust and science
If love keeps records, it will find the pages faded
If I return to ground, remember: nothing’s wasted

My body decomposes
Under quiet roses
Counting down in doses
What the earth reposes
My body decomposes

Turn out the room, leave the door ajar
I’ll be the moss that learns your name tomorrow

My body decomposes

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.

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