(mechanical percussion layers awaken; harmoniums breathe in counter-rhythm; bass joins like a heartbeat)
He walks between the signals’ edge
through corridors of light
His steps invent the path they tread
his song reforms the night
(dual rhythms collide — one metallic, one organic — sparks in tempo)
He whispers through the copper veins
of every word and wire
Each syllable a sleight of hand
each echo born of fire
(percussion shifts, bass deepens — Hermes runs through the circuits)
He steals the silence from the gods
and sells it to the storm
He carries meaning like a spark
and leaves no single form
(harmonium melody spins above bass rhythm — motion, exchange, play)
I follow him through frequencies
where thought becomes design
He laughs beneath the voltage arc
and names the noise divine
(percussion and harmonium breathe apart, fading into pulse and air)
Still he runs between the worlds
and carries sound as sign