I lost my line,
thoughts fall thin,
screens hum low,
no one within.

Static breath,
I replay my own trace.
Every thought, the same,
no face.

Fade to silence
Memory slips away.
Fade to silence
Nothing left to say.

Heart runs slow,
light turns grey.
I hear my voice
then it fades away.

Fade to silence (you fade to silence)
Memory slips away.
Fade to silence (all fade to silence)
Nothing left to say.

Je deviens flou
les sens en apesanteur
Tout devient flou
ces regards sans chaleur

Fade, thought erased.
Fade, time displaced.
Fade, sound withdrawn.
Fade, I am gone.

Nothing left to say (Ambient reload)

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.

Nothing left to say (Ambient reload)

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