Drifting through a violet haze,
No gravity, no name, no place.

Circuits whisper in my chest,
A pulse of code that never rests.
Neon winds and silver dreams,
My soul dissolves in data streams.
I chase the sound the void repeats —
An echo lost between the beats.

Somewhere out there, time slows down,
Golden dust on a silent town.
I’m not searching for a sign,
Just learning what is mine.

My ship hums low — a faithful ghost,
Through constellations I miss the most.
Old songs flicker on the dash,
Fragments of earth, fragments of ash.
The stars don’t care, they just remain,
Watching me drift, forgetting my name.

Somewhere out there, time slows down,
Golden dust on a silent town.
I’m not searching for a sign,
Just learning what is mine.

(Ooh…)
Solar winds, take what’s left of me,
I’m just a thought on a frequency.
Every dream I had turns to code,
Every road dissolves in the load.

Somewhere out there, time slows down,
Golden dust on a silent town.
I’m not searching for a sign,
Just learning what is mine.

Drifting still — between the bars,
An echo in the nebula,
And nothing but the stars.

Somewhere out there

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.

Somewhere out there

Terminalose