I walk alone through early morning silence
Carrying a promise I have never held
Heart drifting like a soft vieux souvenir
Waiting for a feeling I have only imagined

I trace slow circles inside my own thoughts
Chasing l’écho of someone not yet here
Every breath a tiny fragile horizon
I fall for the dream more than the embrace

There is always something to offer inside
There is always something quiet to follow
There is always something tender to believe

With you even if you are only dans mon esprit
With you the world turns soft and bleu

How I keep loving the shape of a hope
How I wait for the love I invent
How I breathe for the longing itself

Slow steps through a café window glow
I picture a smile I may never touch
Paris nights folding into gentle cotton air
Dream of a hand reaching for mine un jour
Loving the idea more than the moment

There is always something calm to discover
There is always something warm to trust
There is always something quiet to feel

Alone but carried by my own lumière
Love lives here even if it is just the thought

There is always something

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.

There is always something

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