Blue glow on my shaking hands…

I breathe in the quiet I pretend to own
Scrolling through the noise that builds a home
My heartbeat flickers like a failing sign
Trying not to fall out of my mind

I’m here…
But I feel delayed…

Hold me when the world gets loud
When my thoughts turn into clouds
I break slow
But no one knows
Hold me when the dark feels proud
When the room keeps spinning out
I stay low
But still I glow

Soft panic humming under skin
Every doubt loops back again
City lights blur into a drone
I touch the air, still feel alone

Hold me when the world gets loud
When my thoughts turn into clouds
I break slow
But no one knows
Hold me when the dark feels proud
When the room keeps spinning out
I stay low
But still I glow

Hold me when the world gets loud

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.

Hold me when the world gets loud

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