The Soundtrack to the Novel
About the music
The song Rise and Glow is a love letter to Chromapolis—a shimmering anthem for a city built on colour and control. It was written by my husband, who dedicated it to the city as a gesture to keep me writing when I was deep in the grayscale fog of self-doubt.
And it worked. From that moment, the idea took root: what if every chapter had its own song?
Some of those songs made it into the story itself, like Colour Bleeds Chaos, performed at Augustus “Gus” Vermillion’s fundraiser, or Align with Chromadyne, the glowing corporate anthem used to open Chromatic Yoga sessions and probably other workshops at Chromadyne.
The soundtrack doesn' just accompany the novel. It helped build it.
Just like Chromapolis, the songs are engineered to resonate.
Disrupt the Silence!
Rise and Glow – Lyrics
In the heart of the neon skies,
Where the future’s bright and the dream never dies,
Glass towers shine like stars on the rise,
A city built where hope never lies.
Every street is a canvas, painted in light,
A rhythm that pulses deep into the night,
The world’s at your feet, it’s all in sight,
In Chromapolis, everything’s right.
Feel the beat in the air,
The promise is everywhere,
From the skyline to the street,
Opportunities at your feet.
Rise and glow,
Let the colours flow,
Chromapolis is calling,
So up you go,
Where the future shines bright,
And the city feels right,
Rise and glow,
Let the colours flow,
Chromapolis is calling,
So up you go.
Neon rivers, circuits alive,
In this city, the future thrives,
Tech dreams, business peaks,
A world where everyone seeks.
Innovation on every corner, dreams unfurl,
From the boardroom to the digital swirl,
Join the movement, let’s change the world,
In Chromapolis, let the flags be unfurled.
Feel the pulse, feel the beat,
Opportunities on every street,
With a vision so clear,
The future’s right here.
Rise and glow,
Let the colours flow,
Chromapolis is calling,
So up you go,
Where the future shines bright,
And the city feels right,
Rise and glow,
Let the colours flow,
Chromapolis is calling,
So up you go.
This is the place where dreams ignite,
With every pixel shining bright,
Step into the future, take flight,
In Chromapolis, we’re set for the light.
Rise and glow,
Let the colours flow,
Chromapolis is calling,
So up you go,
Where the future shines bright,
And the city feels right,
Rise and glow,
Let the colours flow,
Chromapolis is calling,
So up you go.
Rise and glow,
Let the colours flow,
Chromapolis is calling,
So up you go…
Gray
The city hums, a kaleidoscope pulse,
Colours collide in a neon convulse.
Lights paint faces in hues of control,
But some walk unseen, untouched by the whole.
Prisms shatter, rainbows blur,
In the noise, there’s a silence they prefer.
A figure unspoken, a tone undefined,
A shadow that lingers outside the design.
In a world of colour, a shade moves apart,
Unnoticed, unmeasured, but breaking the chart.
Through shimmering streets, beneath radiant skies,
A quiet defiance that never complies.
Elevator tunes play compliance in waves,
Synthetic gold strokes the lavender haze.
Filters offer brilliance, drones plead for change,
But the stride moves steady, aloof and estranged.
Electric skies, painted with care,
Promise a warmth that isn’t there.
Between the light and the endless glow,
Lies a rhythm only the silent know.
In a world of color, a shadow takes shape,
Not bending, not breaking, it finds an escape.
Through the noise of the spectrum, through fractals of light,
It moves through the day and dissolves in the night.
Laughter like shards, commands in teal,
The pulse of a system designed to conceal.
But unseen patterns trace their own way,
Unafraid of the light, unbound by the sway.
In a world of color, the untethered roam,
Not bound by the hues that define the known.
Through vibrant chaos, a stillness breathes,
A shadow of meaning the city deceives.
The spectrum burns, but shadows remain,
Unafraid of the storm, untouched by the rain.
In the heart of the hues, where brightness decays,
A quiet resolve in a world ablaze.
Messages
Neon pens and coffee beans,
laughter cuts through streams.
Charts in colours, bright and bold,
As the day starts to unfold.
Laughter echoes life’s routine,
A symphony of the corporate machine.
But beneath the gloss, a shadow clings,
A silent hum where entropy sings.
A phantom's touch, like broken dreams,
Missing hues in jagged streams,
A fractured wheel in muted gray,
Shards of meaning slip away.
Typing clicks, a steady beat,
A neon pen taps in repeat.
The hum of bots, the glow of screens,
The office pulses, vibrant scenes.
Yet cracks appear, in light they hide,
Faint fractures pull, the lines divide.
The prism bends, the colours fray,
A whisper calls, they wish to stay.
A phantom's touch, like broken dreams,
Missing hues in jagged streams,
A fractured wheel in muted gray,
Shards of meaning slip away.
Static codes, a hidden wheel,
Beneath the brightness, fractures peel.
In vibrant halls, a ghost has tread
It spins the wheel and pulls the thread.
A phantom's touch, like broken dreams,
Missing hues in jagged streams,
A fractured wheel in muted gray,
Shards of meaning slip away.
The lights still shine, the colours glow,
But in the cracks, the shadows grow.
Through the noise, the silence hums,
Entropy whispers, reason succumbs.
Underground Movement
Walls wear stories, scratched and torn,
Faded posters, graffiti worn.
jagged circles in dark flights
Cracks appear amid the lights
Entropy calls, freedom’s a scream,
The prism is broken, but what does it mean
Cracks appear amid the light
A shattered truth, a fleeting sight.
Masked rebellion underground .
Jagged suns and static sound
Symbols, meaning everywhere
If only anyone would stop to care.
Entropy calls, freedom’s a scream,
The prism is broken, but what does it mean
Cracks appear amid the light
A shattered truth, a fleeting sight.
Fingers trace the rough chalk lines,
Desperation carved in jagged designs.
The hum grows loud, the path grows thin,
A battered door waits, pulsing within.
Entropy calls, freedom’s a scream,
The prism is broken, but what does it mean
Cracks appear amid the light
A shattered truth, a fleeting sight.
Steps to nowhere, a path unplanned,
Through buzzing lights and shadows grand.
The hum resolves, the rhythm speaks,
Even in light, the truth still leaks.