Empty seat beside the window where I trace your name
Lights in the room get bright but I still feel the same
They laugh, they talk, they pass the dish around
But I’m here like a shadow, I don’t make a sound

I came with a smile like I belonged to the script
But the script skipped pages where the chair wasn’t fixed
They filled the table, they filled the room, I stood unmoved
Because if you don’t have a chair, you don’t get to choose
I watched them raise the toast as the music played clear
Yet my voice stayed low, a whisper no one hears
Silence wrapped me like a coat I never chose
And I learned quick that being seen’s the hardest pose
They offered me a plate but no place to sit
The guest invisible carries all that they omit
I wear the grin of acceptance though inside I bleed
I fight the urge to vanish when they all agreed

I’m the uninvited guest in the centre of the room
Glass in their hands but I hold the gloom
Silence is my cover, shadow is my dress
If I don’t have a chair, then I’m just a guest
I’m the uninvited guest in the centre of the light
Talking isn’t easy when you’re out of sight
They fill the room with laughter, I fill the space with less
Silence is my cover, I’m the uninvited guest

They say “sit down, join us”, but the seat’s already warm
My name’s in the echo, my presence in the storm
The mirror in the corner shows someone who fades
While others carve their stories I await the trade
I trace the cracks in the floor under their dance
I sketch my shape in the dust of a second chance
The laughter recorded, a track on loop so clean
My silence whispers louder than the scene
They never asked me if the dinner filled me cold
They served the warmth to those whose names were bold
And I learned early, masks cost less than the truth
So I sit in the hush with the proof of my youth

I’m the uninvited guest in the centre of the room
Glass in their hands but I hold the gloom
Silence is my cover, shadow is my dress
If I don’t have a chair, then I’m just a guest
I’m the uninvited guest in the centre of the light
Talking isn’t easy when you’re out of sight
They fill the room with laughter, I fill the space with less
Silence is my cover, I’m the uninvited guest

Footsteps step over the floor that I never touched
Walls echo my name in a tone I never budged
Dinner ends but the feeling stays, a record spin replayed
I recall the chords of laughter built to keep me away
In the guest-list of the night, I’m the unsent name
I hold the memory of chairs they never claimed
Silent dinners, hidden glances, moments they erase
I keep the chair upright though it never had the place
If the call rings tomorrow I’ll refuse the tone
Because being a guest means I’m always alone
And I’d rather carry the shadow than pretend to belong
When my seat’s a phantom, I’ll write my own song

I’m the uninvited guest in the centre of the room
Glass in their hands but I hold the gloom
Silence is my cover, shadow is my dress
If I don’t have a chair, then I’m just a guest
I’m the uninvited guest in the centre of the light
Talking isn’t easy when you’re out of sight
They fill the room with laughter, I fill the space with less
Silence is my cover, I’m the uninvited guest

Lights fade slow, I rise from the seat I never took
The room dissolves, the echo remains the book
I walk the hallway, my voice soft but blessed
Because I left the table—I’m still a guest

Uninvited Guest

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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