Your shadow slides across my skin,
I breathe you out, you pull me in.
Language breaks, the rhythm speaks,
Lips stay still, but the silence leaks.

I need your reasons now,
I just want the sound somehow.
Under strobes, I feel the call,
Let your body say it all.

I don’t want you to talk — just feel me.
Let the beat translate completely.
I don’t want you to talk — just breathe me,
Every move becomes the meaning.
Hands up, lights blur, we’re dreaming,
Bassline thick, hearts screaming.
I don’t want you to talk — just feel me,
Let the night do all the speaking.

Sweat drips, your pulse aligns,
Skin writes lines between the lines.
Every step — a coded sign,
You understand without a line.

Eyes say yes, the crowd replies,
Words dissolve, no alibis.
Hold me close, don’t even try,
Just let rhythm clarify.

I don’t want you to talk — just feel me.
Let the beat translate completely.
I don’t want you to talk — just breathe me,
Every move becomes the meaning.
Hands up, lights blur, we’re dreaming,
Bassline thick, hearts screaming.
I don’t want you to talk — just feel me,
Let the night do all the speaking.

I don’t want you to talk

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 don’t want you to talk

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