Binary comets trace the sky above
I drift apart from everything I love
Wires whisper tales of abandoned suns
In the emptiness, the real journey runs
Gravity loosens its hold on my spirit
In the void I listen — and finally hear it

Glide through circuits of forgotten dreams
Where time dissolves and nothing’s what it seems

Alone in cosmic waves I ride
Through electric tides of the astral night
No anchor, no tether, no human shore
Just the hum of stars and a soul that soars

Memory echoes in an empty shell
Each heartbeat a code, a secret spell
Starlight fades into data streams
I’m a silent voyager of lost extremes
The cosmic wind carries my name away
Into the unknown where I choose to stay

Glide through circuits of forgotten dreams
Where time dissolves and nothing’s what it seems

Alone in cosmic waves I ride
Through electric tides of the astral night
No anchor, no tether, no human shore
Just the hum of stars and a soul that soars

Ooh…
In the silence between two worlds, I find myself

Alone in cosmic waves I ride
Through electric tides of the astral night
No anchor, no tether, no human shore
Just the hum of stars and a soul that soar


Alone in cosmic waves

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.

Alone in cosmic waves

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