essence in the void
space inhales the unseen

A line brushes between shadow and light
Silence settles on the edge of a thought
The slightest motion charts an erased map
I walk inside the echo of a suspended note

Less is more
Less is more
Pure essence, new shape
Unless, there is more

The tempo slows, the surface retreats
Every breath becomes a moment without signal
I touch the absent, I hear the vanished beat
The minimal vibration holds a universe

Less is more
Less is more
Pure essence, new shape
Unless, there is more

In a sonic hollow I find the truth
A mote of time afloat, weightless

Less is more
Less is more
Pure essence, new shape
Unless, there is more

And in the silence I become my own reflection
Essence regained, I let the shadow fade

Less is more

Hey… don’t look too close.

작게 떨린 손끝, 아무 말도 못 하고
네 앞에 서면 timing이 자꾸 미끌려
친구들은 벌써 알아챈 듯 웃어
내 표정은 분명 얘기하고 있는데
입술은 반 박자 느리게 움직여

너의 시선이 스치면 심장도 skip
티 안 내려 해도 다 들키는 느낌

I’m shy, 말 못 한 sign
네 옆에 서면 자꾸만 freeze돼
Shy, 숨겨둔 mind
작은 눈빛이 나를 흔들어
Shy, 미세한 온도까지도 보여

걷는 속도 맞춰 걷다 어색해지고
톡을 쓰다 말아 다시 지웠다 쓰고
네가 웃어주면 이유 없이 들떠
근데 또 눈 마주치면 피하게 돼
이건 분명히 들키면 안 되는 game

너의 이름 뜨는 순간 손이 떨려
아무렇지 않게 굴어도 티가 나

I’m shy, 말 못 한 sign
네 옆에 서면 자꾸만 freeze돼
Shy, 숨겨둔 mind
작은 눈빛이 나를 흔들어
Shy, 미세한 온도까지도 보여

Maybe… 너도 눈치챘을까?
근데 또 겁나, 나 혼자만 이런 건가?
Say it slow… or let it slide?

I’m shy, 말 못 한 sign
네 옆에 서면 자꾸만 freeze돼
Shy, 숨겨둔 mind
작은 눈빛이 나를 흔들어

Shy, 가까워질수록 더 번져

I’m shy

Beneath the silver frost the plastic tree stands restless
Lights pulse like a transistor heartbeat in my chest
I lift a toast to a crowd I never chose to host
And I listen to the static hum of the echo

I’m the glitch in the picture frame when everyone’s the same
I’m the voice in the silence while they laugh and call my name
At midnight I find I’m watching from the margin of the flame
I raise my glass to nothing and I whisper echo echo echo

They say “come on in” with their holiday grin
But I’m walking sideways down the corridor of kin
They’re carving turkey like they carve out tradition
While I hold my tray in a shadow of suspicion
I wore the suit of white-wash laughter, a borrowed costume
My smile flickered on the screen like an unpaid resume
In their photo-album line-up I was the odd one
The one who rinsed her heart in cold water when the cameras shone
Mom asked if I’d try the pie, Dad talked business and steer
But I counted ceiling tiles until the chatter disappeared
Outside the windows frost dripped like a time-tick glitch
And I heard the echo of my own pulse in the fridge’s pitch

I’m the glitch in the picture frame when everyone’s the same
I’m the voice in the silence while they laugh and call my name
At midnight I find I’m watching from the margin of the flame
I raise my glass to nothing and I whisper echo echo echo

I remember cartoons and cookies, the tree in syrup-light
But I also remember my brain rewiring on that night
When the aunt asked “Why don’t you join in?” with that fixed stare
And I said “I’m just fine” but inside I was airborne in thin air
They handed out compliments like confetti blanks in motion
I handed back difference like a badge of strange devotion
I learned the code of smiles while my heart spoke binary
Two codes: “belong” or “be gone” — I chose the third: solitary
In the kitchen corner I watched the plate-ring accumulate
And I thought of future tables where I’d generate my state
No waiting room of apology, no part to mime or play
I’ll carve my own invitation in the margins of this day
Now I stand at the next réveillon with circuits rewired
I’m the mutant pop in the family’s choir
I’ll spin between the notes they expect
And I’ll amplify the echo while I inspect

I’m the glitch in the picture frame when everyone’s the same
I’m the signal in the breakdown while they tap into the game
At midnight I’ll find I’m higher than the flame
I raise my glass to myself and I echo echo echo

Beep-click the candlesticks reflect my code
Transistor heartbeats in the echo mode
I’m not the same circuit, I’m the variant load
I raise my glass and watch the pattern implode

In the hallway I caught my shadow bending out of line
Family voices in the background like a distant coastline
They asked about my future like a box I had to fit
But my blueprint spirals outward in a shape they never get
I breathe in the perfume of memories stacked on plates
But the scent hits different when you walk through altered states
I watch the cousins trading stories like identical seams
While I stitch my own pattern from the edges of dreams
No preset version of me will ever sit in their frame
I step outside the circle and ignite my inner flame
Their questions ricochet but never land where I go
I rise through the ceiling panels searching for my echo

I’m the glitch in the picture frame when everyone’s the same
I’m the signal in the breakdown while they tap into the game
At midnight I’ll find I’m higher than the flame
I raise my glass to myself and I echo echo echo

No more waiting in the corridor of mirrors
No more serving the script of borrowed cheers
I’ll sit at the head of the table in my own sphere
And I’ll hear the echo of my truth crystal-clear

I’m the glitch in the picture frame

An abstract sonic voyage blending prepared piano, spectral electronics, and overtone vocals with swarming string clusters and polyrhythms. 
Atonal textures unfold in alien logic, crafting a soundworld both cerebral and otherworldly.

Arrival

A piece made entirely from bells, from sleigh to church tones, layered into a shimmering, shifting soundscape.
Granular textures, 3D panning, and bell arpeggios evolve from winter stillness to radiant resonance.

Christmas Bells

Techno crafted entirely from guitar recordings reshaped into sequenced club textures. 
Minimal, dark, and immersive with hypnotic FX and stereo detail built for DJ flow.

Guitar Techno

That's What I Thought

Interactive
Lassive
Possessive
Subversive

Who is this girl?
Where did she come from?
Who does she think she is?

Fugitive
Impulsive
Subversive
Addictive

What is this girl?
What is she wearing?
Where does she think she is?

All of them.
All of their eyes on her tonight.
All of them.
All of their favors thrown at her tonight.
All, all of them.

Intrusive
Decisive
Captive
Negative

Who is this girl?
What game is she playing?
Where is she from?

Explosive
Imperative
Primitive
Combative

What is this girl?
Who does she know?
What is she giving up?

All of them.
All of their eyes on her tonight.
All of them.
All of their favors thrown at her tonight.
All, all of them.

On her.
Tonight.
All of them, on her, tonight.

All of them.
All of their eyes on her tonight.
All of them.
All of their favors thrown at her tonight.
All, all of them.

Who is this girl ?

Gather 'round
Children
It's Christmas time
And we know what that means

It's time to have a drink
And make a wish
And go get Botox

So lift your glasses
Merry Christmas
To Botox

All year I've been a good boy
I've done everything you asked
And this year for Christmas
There's only one thing I want

So lift your glasses
Merry Christmas
To Botox

Look at me
Don't I look just like I did in 1993?
Don't I look just like I did when I was seventeen?
Don't I look just like I did in 1993?
Don't I look just like I did when I was seventeen?

Lift your glasses
Merry Christmas
To Botox

Gather 'round
Children
It's Christmas time
And we know what that means
It's time to have a drink
And make a wish
And go get Botox

Christmas Botox

A spontaneous session with tha tasty chips gr-mega only. Live recording.

Tasty Chips GR- Mega Ambient Jam

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.

sounds and noises

https://youtube.com/channel/UCq2Bp4UiXSF_KgAj3_jsa1A

New tracks tagged #Granular Synthesis