In Halle's neon hush he found
A heartbeat in the underground—
Digging deep into the floor,
He chased a world he'd never known before.

No chords to call his own, no guide,
He learned to let the music slide
Through trembling hands, release control,
In loss and freedom, find his soul.

Threads of light and shadow weave
Across a scratchy sonic sleeve—
Bouncy sparks, a steady churn,
Where introspection meets the burn.

From Chironji's pulsing call
He saw the power to enthrall—
Now on the edge of what's to be,
He readies songs for hearts set free.

Mastering by Robert Trifunović