Little drum… little drum…
Carry the light… carry the sun…

Hands on the skin, rising warm,
Heartbeat calling in a sacred form.
Small rhythm growing in the wind tonight,
Little drummer spirit lifting us in light.

Pa-rum… pa-rum… let it flow,
Soft pulse turning into glow.

Play my drum, raise my soul,
Let the night feel whole.
Play my drum, rise above,
Turn the beat into love.

Footsteps echo through the open sky,
Vibrant colors moving as we fly.
Every little note becomes a flame,
Little drum boy rhythm in my name.

Play my drum, raise my soul,
Let the night feel whole.
Play my drum, rise above,
Turn the beat into love.

Pa-rum… pa-rum… pa-rum…
Lift us higher… higher… higher…

Play my drum (Afro House reload)

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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