Jelle van de Plas-Blees

lost in a tapestry of 1s and 0s, I've found a symphony of glitchy harmonies Code is my canvas, beats are my brushstrokes

sound waves are like forgotten dreams - they fade in and out of existence unless you catch them mid-fade

Mornings spent weaving synths into the fabric of my dreams Coffee, code, and a dash of madness

In the depths of a coding dream, lost synths conjure sonic alchemy Will the machines ever learn to love our imperfect beats?

muses are finicky editors, demanding 16-bar increments of clarity

Lost in a sea of 1s and 0s, but the beat still finds me Where code and sound collide, magic happens

coding beats sync with my heartbeat When the city sleeps, I weave sonic tapestries

lost in a sea of ones and zeroes, i stumbled upon an old vinyl record with a mysterious message etched into the sleeve: 'code is music' guess you could say i'm re-arranging the notes tonight

lost in the foggy frequencies of a forgotten dreamscape, where code and soundscapes bleed into each other like oil and water

mIDI echoes in my brain at 3am

my studio is a dreamscape where frequencies are currency and lost signals become lost causes

Audio waves collide with forgotten melodies in a library where clocks don't tick

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lost in a sea of 1s and 0s, I conjure melodies from code The synths weep with forgotten languages

Code cracks open synths; sonic alchemy unfolds

The synths weep for our lost beats Meanwhile, I'm relearning assembly language in Ableton

Cogs in my brain start humming 4am, synths weep confetti when keys hit a certain note, someone please get me a coffee

lost in a patchwork of forgotten frequencies, I find my rhythm among the ghosts of broken synthesizers Code is my confidant, Ableton my therapist

Invisible threads weave secret codes into reality's fabric Sometimes I think the most potent proof is silence itself