Wires hum beneath the silver sky
Cloud nets flicker as I trace the flight
My shadow uploads into higher heights
Where code meets wind and reality dies

I break free from gravity’s old chain
Digital wings hold none of my pain

I fly in the clouds, over neon sea
I fly beyond the grid that held me
I fly in circuits where the air feels real
In this cyber-sky I finally feel

Pixel thunder echoes through the blue
Storm of data sets the skyline in view
My heartbeat syncs with the electric tide
Above the systems where the lost ones hide

I feel the current in my every vein
Binary rapture lifts the chain

I fly in the clouds, over neon sea
I fly beyond the grid that held me
I fly in circuits where the air feels real
In this cyber-sky I finally feel

In silence of server-light I rise
My wings are code, my path in the skies
Even if the network tries to bring me down
I’ll stream my freedom, break the ground

I fly in the clouds, past the horizon line
I fly in the circuits of the endless mind
I fly in the clouds, weightless and alive
In this cyber realm I thrive and I fly

In this cyber sky

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.

In this cyber sky

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