Metal hum, room is still

Oven blinks, says “done”
Bell screams, no one comes
Vacuum cries, floor is clean
Feeder drops, dog unseen

Every signal pulls me near
Every beep is what I hear

I only talk to machines
Humans locked in algorithm dreams
I only talk to machines
No more flesh, just coded scenes

Washer shakes, spins my head
Fridge counts, what I fed
Clock ticks, faster beat
Printer shouts, no receipt

Every signal pulls me near
Every beep is what I hear

I only talk to machines
Humans locked in algorithm dreams
I only talk to machines
No more flesh, just coded scenes

Static breath, plastic tone
I’m connected, still alone

Every signal pulls me near
Every beep is what I hear

I only talk to machines
Humans locked in algorithm dreams
I only talk to machines
No more flesh, just coded scenes

I only talk to machines

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.

I only talk to machines

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