Patterns twist, senses bend  
Nothing starts, nothing ends  
Ancient voice within the sound  
Lost but never truly found  

Open, rise  
Third sight, realize  

Circles spin, rhythm bleed  
Energy becomes the creed  
Through the chaos, through the flame  
All returns, all the same  

We are light, we are form  
We are calm within the storm  
We are dream, we are dust  
Infinite in every trust  

Silence shape, color rain  
Echo flow through the brain  

Open, rise  
Third sight, realize  

We are dream (Psytrance reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
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.

New tracks tagged #Morphing Arps