Drift in twilight nebula, chrome dreams ignite

We ride the echo of neon Mars
Lost in orbit where the night begins

Cosmic groove takes hold of time
Floating past the edge of mind
In this space-age haze we shine

Galactic whispers guide our ways
Cosmic velvet in starlit skies

Cosmic groove takes hold of time
Floating past the edge of mind
In this space-age haze we shine

Chrome dreams fade into the dawn
But we’ll drift forever on

Cosmic groove takes hold of time
Floating past the edge of mind
In this space-age haze we shine

Hold of time

Midnight floorboards groan under a dancer’s slide
Neon sputters low where the alley tries to hide
Trumpet leans in first, sax answers with a sly dare
Down on Twelfth Street’s back room thick with smoky air
Satin women sway slow while the rhythm section grinds
Old boots tapping out truths only the night reminds
We trade riffs like secrets, each line a crooked joke
Living on the groove, bending notes in the smoke
Walls drip heat, counting every beat we earn
City pulse humming hard, now it’s the players’ turn

When the cases close and the alley claims the beat

Riff in the smoke, let the horns call out your name
Call-and-response till sunrise, feel the fire climb the flame
Club lights dim but the groove stays, hearts in the glow
Riff in the smoke, where the late-night legends go

Whiskey rings shining on a beat-up stage rail
Gambler grin, horn man grin, both reading the same tale
Keys crackle quick, strings humming with sweat and pride
Drums knock down uptown gloom where secrets like to hide
We flirt in the groove, trumpet to sax in a crooked line
Feet shuffle dusty boards, time melting like cheap wine
Endurance is the price here, stamina the road
In this midnight chapel of sound, the stories explode
And when the crowd drifts off and the hallway loses sound
We still bend riffs for truth in the empty round

We walk home carrying echoes in the soles of our feet

Riff in the smoke, let the horns call out your name
Call-and-response till sunrise, feel the fire climb the flame
Club lights dim but the groove stays, hearts in the glow
Riff in the smoke, where the late-night legends go

Barroom ghosts drifting where the horn clefs mourn
Street wisdom murmuring in the breaks we’ve worn
Under smoky chandeliers we fight the slipping hope
Till sunrise cracks the chords and cuts the rope

Riff in the smoke, let the horns call out your name
Call-and-response till sunrise, feel the fire climb the flame
Club lights dim but the groove stays, hearts in the glow
Riff in the smoke, where the late-night legends go

Riff in the smoke

Streetlamp glow shapes the edges of the night
Your shadow drifts near with a fragile kind of grace
A whisper folds itself into the soft-moving air
Distance trembling faintly at the corner of your smile
My thoughts slide slow like a train beneath the grid
Bare chords hanging still in the half-lit space
Your eyes ask questions you will not say
Romance smoldering where the silence keeps time

Cool light passing through us
Two hearts breathing soft and low
Nothing hurried, nothing claimed

Sidewalk sheen gathers every muted step
The hush between us widens, then returns
A quiet flicker rises behind your breathing
Small embers glowing in the calm of restraint
The skyline melts into watercolor grey
We walk in time with the brushed snare’s sigh
Nothing rushed, nothing moved out of place
Only a promise shaped by a night that never hurries

Cool light passing through us
Two hearts breathing soft and low
Nothing hurried, nothing claimed

The city softens into distant tones
Taxi hum drifting through a midnight veil
Your presence leans inward like a cool wind
A whisper warming slightly under café lights
Inner tremors echo through the stillness of your frame
Moonlight drawing a muted halo around us
Emotions pared down to their quiet truth
Two hearts practicing the art of fewer words

Cool light passing through us
Two hearts breathing soft and low
Nothing hurried, nothing claimed

Your hand grazes mine like a thought half-formed
Slow-burning warmth gathering in the narrow pause
Each soft confession riding a brushed cymbal
Restraint becoming the rhythm we follow
The city exhales across an empty avenue
A faint ember glows where our steps align
I meet your gaze unguarded for a breath
Cool romance deepening in the hush

Cool light passing through us
Two hearts breathing soft and low
Nothing hurried, nothing claimed

Two hearts breathing soft

Breath rises
light bends
a path opens where no path was

I step into the quiet
and the quiet remembers me
a spark older than the body
floating in the dark
listening for its name

Stars hum
somewhere behind my ribs
calling me back
to the first place
I ever was

Sacred breath
carry me outward
carry me inward
carry me through

I feel the echo
of a thousand versions of myself
walking in circles
around one glowing center
waiting for return

The sky folds
and I see the face
I wore before the world began
made of dust
made of fire
made of memory unspoken

Reborn in the shimmer
reborn in the flame
reborn in the silence
between two beats

A vision moves
slow as dawn
soft as sand
shifting without end

My soul leans forward
toward the unseen stair
and every step
becomes a question
that answers itself
just by being taken

I breathe once
and a new world opens
I breathe twice
and the old world loosens
I breathe again
and I am both
and neither

The wind speaks
with no language at all
yet I understand
perfectly

Sacred breath
rise
fall
rise
return

Carry me
to the place
I have not yet dreamed
but already know

Reborn in the shimmer

We move slow like distant waves
Golden dust across our days
Your smile drifts through open rooms
Like quiet suns in gentle bloom

Stay with me
In the hush of a fading dream
Where the hours fall light and free
Stay with me
In the breeze of what used to be
Where the world turns soft and clean

Footsteps on a wooden floor
Echoing the nights before
Every breath a little spark
Tracing shapes against the dark

Stay with me
In the hush of a fading dream
Where the hours fall light and free
Stay with me
In the breeze of what used to be
Where the world turns soft and clean

Stay with me
light and free
Stay with me
Soft and clean

Stay with me
In the hush of a fading dream
Where the hours fall light and free
Stay with me
In the breeze of what used to be
Where the world turns soft and clean

Stay with me

вытри нос

Cold wind cuts my breath tonight,
Moon rides high, no firelight
(Yo-del lay-ee, yo-del lay-ee)

Been talkin’ to these cattle just to keep my mind in line
Empty sky for company, long trails eatin’ time
Dust on my hat brim, ghosts on my back
Herd movin’ steady but my thoughts run slack
I tell the old red heifer she’s my only friend
She flicks her tail like she almost understands

Miles keep draggin’ slow
Bones start feelin’ low
And I swear the herd can hear my soul unfold

So I yodel to the night
(Yo-del lay-ee, yo-del lay-ee, oh)
Keep my sanity in sight
(Yo-del lay-ee, yo-del lay-ee, oh)
Talkin’ to the cattle so the silence don’t bite
On this long trail ridin’ till the edge of the light

I ask the old black steer if he dreams when he sleeps
If he knows I’m guardin’ him while the canyon runs deep
Got no partner ridin’, just my shadow and the moon
Long weeks blur together, maybe home real soon
But the herd leans in when I mutter my fears
Like they’re keepin’ watch while the prairie disappears

Heartbeats start to slow
Stars whisper soft and low
Only thing between madness is the roam I know

So I yodel to the night
(Yo-del lay-ee, yo-del lay-ee, oh)
Keep my sanity in sight
(Yo-del lay-ee, yo-del lay-ee, oh)
Talkin’ to the cattle so the silence don’t bite
On this long trail ridin’ till the edge of the light

If I stop my talkin’, the dark creeps in
Lonely hits harder than the cold night wind
So I hum to the herd and pray they stay close
A man out here’s just bones and shadows

I yodel to the night
(Yo-del lay-ee, yo-del lay-ee, oh)
Holdin’ tight with all my might
(Yo-del lay-ee, yo-del lay-ee, oh)
Talkin’ to the cattle cause they’re all I’ve got tonight
On this long trail ridin’ till the morning light

So I yodel to the night

I walked the old brown bank beside the river
Where sunlight once would dance in golden streams
Now shadows stretch in twilight of the autumn
And time slips softly through my midnight dreams
The willow’s branches trace the endless flowing
Echoes of laughter drifting down the tide
Memories linger in the hush of evening
Where once our footprints vanished side by side

Oh the river hear its gentle whisper calling
Through the years and through the valleys of our days
Each current holds a story of the falling
Of the moments that we let fade away

The old mill wheel remains beside the channel
Rusty spokes now silent in the gathering dusk
I pause and feel the weight of hours unravel
Like the driftwood drifting where our hope once was
The riverbank where wildflowers bloomed in summer
Bears only whispers of that vanished bloom
I trace the line of where your hand was holding
And hear the night birds calling in the gloom

Oh the river carry all our quiet sorrow
Let its waters wash the footprints from the shore
And though tomorrow greets a brand new morrow
In its mirror I see us once more

Time may fly like geese above the golden meadows
And the banks of memory may shift and change
But the river holds a truth beneath its shadow
That love and loss can live within its range

Oh the river hear its gentle whisper calling
Through the years and through the valleys of our days
Each current holds a story of the falling
Of the moments that we let fade away
Oh the river carry all our quiet sorrow
Let its waters wash the footprints from the shore
And though tomorrow greets a brand new morrow
In its mirror I see us once more

Oh the river

I pulled into the neon glow at mile-marker twenty-five,
The diesel’s cooling, my backbone’s stolen by the drive,
My boots are heavy from the endless highway miles,
My heart beats off-tune in the jukebox’s tired smile.
I slide onto a bar-stool, glass of whiskey in my hand,
Say to that old jukebox “Buddy, you understand,”
The lights flicker like my eyes, I can’t fight sleep’s command,
I’ve got the road behind me and the night I can’t withstand.

Play me that honky-tonk song, make the sadness sing,
While I rest these weary bones before the dawn’s hard sting,
The highway’s cold and the cabin’s bare, the miles steal my years,
I talk to you, old jukebox, you listen without the fears.

I’ve seen the sunrise over flat and broken land,
Felt the wheels hum sorrow like a broken lullaby in my hand,
The road’s a hungry monster, it devours my name,
And leaves me in these truck-stop lights, lost in the game.
I whisper to the jukebox “Play the song I used to know,”
When home felt like a promise and the nights didn’t drag slow,
But the seats are empty, the mirror’s cracked, the miles never lie,
So I lean on you, old friend, until the morning sky.

Play me that honky-tonk song, make the sadness sing,
While I rest these weary bones before the dawn’s hard sting,
The highway’s cold and the cabin’s bare, the miles steal my years,
I talk to you, old jukebox, you listen without the fears.

Keep the coffee hot, keep the neon bright,
I’ll pay the toll again just to survive the night,
And when the wheels roll out at dawn with a groaning cry,
I’ll take your song with me on the road where I try to hide.

Play me that honky-tonk song, make the sadness sing,
While I rest these weary bones before the dawn’s hard sting,
The highway’s cold and the cabin’s bare, the miles steal my years,
I talk to you, old jukebox, you listen without the fears.

Play me that honky-tonk song

Baby I’ve waited by the fire for your warm embrace  
Snow and bells all around but your smile I cannot trace  
Home is empty without you, every echo calls your name  
Baby please come home alive, let our hearts reclaim

Christmas night, the bells ring true, and I still dream of you  
Baby please come home alive, beneath the lights of blue  
Our voices join the choir’s rise, hollow halls now revive  
Baby please come home alive, make me feel alive

Under the wreath of holly and the warm candle glow  
I hear the carols singing of a love I used to know  
Strings and horns surround me but only you can save  
Baby please come home alive, to the place we gave

Christmas night, the bells ring true, and I still dream of you  
Baby please come home alive, beneath the lights of blue  
Our voices join the choir’s rise, hollow halls now revive  
Baby please come home alive, make me feel alive

In the echo-chamber walls I feel the longing swell  
Choirs of hope and sorrow merge in this holy spell  
Home is where our hearts meet, alive our spirits soar  
Baby please come home alive, I will wait once more

Christmas night, the bells ring true, and I still dream of you  
Baby please come home alive, beneath the lights of blue  
Our voices join the choir’s rise, hollow halls now revive  
Baby please come home alive, make me feel alive  

Baby please come home alive

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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