Sequenced Solitude

Empty screen, the grid is glowing blue

Waiting for a sign to carry through (hummmm)

Step by step I place the tiny blocks

Chasing patterns inside wooden box

Frequencies are moving in the dark Every transient a quiet spark Breath

is steady as the cycle turns

Quiet fever in the system burns

Lost inside the loop,

I find the space

Time is bending in a silent place

Let the sequencer take control of me Sinking deep

into the frequency Just a node inside the great design Melting into

every single line

De-esser tames the high-end hiss

Searching for the note I always miss

Quiet focus on the vertical

Every waveform is a miracle

The timeline stretches out to the horizon

A thousand tracks and all of them arising

I close my eyes and let the grid dissolve

Until the only thing that remains

is

sound

Render complete

Now the room is still (ahhhh)

Into the silence