essence in the void
space inhales the unseen

A line brushes between shadow and light
Silence settles on the edge of a thought
The slightest motion charts an erased map
I walk inside the echo of a suspended note

Less is more
Less is more
Pure essence, new shape
Unless, there is more

The tempo slows, the surface retreats
Every breath becomes a moment without signal
I touch the absent, I hear the vanished beat
The minimal vibration holds a universe

Less is more
Less is more
Pure essence, new shape
Unless, there is more

In a sonic hollow I find the truth
A mote of time afloat, weightless

Less is more
Less is more
Pure essence, new shape
Unless, there is more

And in the silence I become my own reflection
Essence regained, I let the shadow fade

Unless, there is more (OST Pop reload)

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.

Unless, there is more (OST Pop reload)

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