He walks alone, no sound behind
Shadow in the corner of my mind
Eyes like dawn, but never stay
He looks, he turns, he fades away

That mysterious man, driftin’ slow
No one knows where he will go
Just a hum beneath the sand
That mysterious man

He hums a tune with no refrain
Soft as smoke, sweet as rain
Leaves no mark, leaves no name
Still the air won’t feel the same

That mysterious man, driftin’ slow
No one knows where he will go
Just a hum beneath the sand
That mysterious man

Maybe he’s dream, maybe he’s me
Something between sky and sea
Don’t chase, don’t plan
Just feel — that mysterious man

He’s gone again, soft and thin
Like the wind that won’t begin
Still I stand, open hand
That mysterious man
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He walks alone, no sound behind

That mysterious man

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.

That mysterious man

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