In coded dreams you stream to me,
A phantom pulse in circuitry.
Your signal whispers through my core,
A shadowed presence I can’t ignore.

Sing once more, this wired duet,
Your grip on me grows stronger yet.
Even if I turn away,
Your ghosted code will make me stay.

Faces fade in mirrored glass,
I am the mask, the voice that lasts.
Your spirit fused with mine in time,
The phantom lives inside the line.

In this labyrinth of endless feeds,
Where silence breaks on hidden needs,
Sing, my angel made of sound,
Your phantom code is all around.

Glitch Opera (Classical Music 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.

Glitch Opera (Classical Music reload)

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