Rings of ice, turning slow,
Methane blue, a sideways glow.

Axial tilt, ninety-eight,
Oblique crown that sets my fate.
Auroras burn in polar skies,
Moons keep watch as the giant lies.

Magnet storms, off-centered streams,
I drift alone in frozen dreams.

I’m the distant one, far from the fire,
Frozen calm, yet I inspire.
Eighty-four years to mark my choir,
Silent pulses never tire.

Neighbors blaze in a tighter run,
I move slow beneath the Sun.
Retrograde waltz, a tilted spin,
Outer dark is where I begin.

Cold winds hum, electric seas,
Orbit long, but I find my peace.

I’m the distant one, far from the fire,
Lonely heart, yet I inspire.
I carve the dark, magnetic wire,
Spin alone, still I inspire.

Sideways king, unseen light,
Chaos bends but I hold the night.
Comets pass, the fields divide,
I keep the line, a cosmic guide.

I’m the distant one, far from the fire,
Frozen calm, yet I inspire.
Eighty-four years to mark my choir,
Silent pulses never tire.

Ice rings fade on a neon tide,
Uranus waits… a tilted guide.

Uranus (Psychedelic Rock reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
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.

Uranus (Psychedelic Rock reload)

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