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

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 of time

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