Night drags heavy across the low ground
The air sticks thick, won’t let me lie down
Something keeps knocking from the inside

Hours stretch where the water stands
Every sound feels closer than planned
If you feel that pull, it’s the dark closing in

Stay still
Let it tighten

One voice nearby could change the tide
Too many thoughts got nowhere to hide
What we build alone always caves in

Eyes stay open till the first pale line
Silence sharpens every sign
I hold steadier when nobody’s around

Something keeps knocking

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.

Something keeps knocking

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