Deepline Vision - Hardy

Dark glass, white smoke,

slow talk, no joke.

Deepline moving,

shadows grooving.

Hands low,

tempo slow,

eyes closed,

sound glows.

Pressure inside my chest,

kick repeating, no rest.

Hats whisper left to right,

bassline tight, midnight light.

Minimal motion,

endless ocean.

Every thought erased,

by rhythm’s grace.

I fall,

through the wall.

No sound at all,

just body call.

Melody slides,

frequency guides.

Low ride,

time hides.

Deep tone in my veins,

electric remains.

The world constrains,

yet rhythm sustains.

No talk, no past,

only sound that lasts.

Waves collapse,

then fade fast.

Deepline vision,

pure precision.

Every pulse a decision,

inside the collision.