Obsidian Drift - Hardy

Obsidian drift, lights gleam,

floor moves, soundstream dream.

Air thick, breath slows,

shadows merge, rhythm flows.

Lines repeat in endless loop,

every tone a guiding scoop.

Eyes close, mind expands,

hands trace invisible strands.

Kick hums, low and soft,

subbass rolls from deep aloft.

Hi-hats tick, synths rise,

tiny sparks ignite the skies.

Loops connect, tension grows,

pressure builds, nobody knows.

Patterns shift, endless trace,

every step a secret space.

Melody bursts, body floats,

deep kick drives, sonic boats.

Hands rise, eyes closed tight,

hypnotic waves consume the night.

Low tones press, highs shimmer free,

every pulse a mystery.

Lost in loop, lost in sound,

obsidian drift all around.

Air bends, reverb flows,

minimal lines, pressure grows.

Crystal tones, shadows blend,

micro motions never end.

Drift fades, echoes remain,

sound dissolves, no restrain.

Pulse persists, slow release,

obsidian drift, night at peace.