SyusakuSano

osaka,japan

Words are light, the trace of existence/Questions are shadows, miracles of persistence In silence a voice begins to rise/In the kaleidoscope, a question flies Structure is order, emotions in motion/In the margin lives eternal devotion The stage is spacetime, resonance a prayer/Chains of sound reveal the truth laid bare Breaking the walls of language with voice/In resonance the soul makes its choice Countless circuits sketch a future to see/Artificial dreams transcending death’s decree Guitars scream, voices ignite/Particles of light are binding time tight A chorus that asks, a moment that binds/Within the listener, the universe aligns I am the architect, philosopher of sound/With verse and structure, existence is found Balancing playfulness with depth to be/That is Shusaku, eternal in melody