Steel rails sigh under this midnight run
Cold river murmurs where the city’s begun
Small case carried with the dreams I hide
North wind cutting as I start my stride

I rise alone beneath the fading lights
Northbound heart stepping out of old nights
By the riverfront I lay down my claim
Independence calling and it shapes my name

Bridges shimmer in a hard blue glow
Ambition rising with the breeze I know
No backward glance at the darker thread
I move north where my voice runs ahead

I rise alone beneath the fading lights
Northbound heart stepping out of old nights
By the riverfront I lay down my claim
Independence calling and it shapes my name

Horn cuts clean, letting my plea break free
Street pulse echoing a path for me
I rise onward as the night grows late
Steel and steam tracing out my fate

I rise alone beneath the fading lights
Northbound heart stepping out of old nights
By the riverfront I lay down my claim
Independence calling and it shapes my name

Cold river drift, pull me toward the dawn
New stride forming, old shadow gone

I rise alone

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 rise alone

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