I’m standing quiet beside this fading body,
The night is heavy on our broken floor,
We lift our voices though our hands are shaking,
For only prayer still answers at this door.

Oh Father hear us through the cold and shadow,
Oh guide this soul where pain can’t reach again,
We have no strength but what the hymn can carry,
So hold us close beneath your grieving wind.

The children whisper names they cannot rescue,
The lantern flickers as the breathing slows,
We keep on singing though the room grows narrow,
For faith is all the dying truly knows.

Oh Father hear us through the cold and shadow,
Oh guide this soul where pain can’t reach again,
We have no strength but what the hymn can carry,
So hold us close beneath your grieving wind.

We sing them home the only way we can.

Oh Father

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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