In the Valley's grasp where shadows dwell
Marcus finds his tales to tell
Silicon dreams with a ghostly flare
Technology life a solitary affair
Tech and ranch under moonlit skies
Where the screen light fades and the old ghost cries
From digital haunts to pastoral sighs
Marcus walks where the crow flies
Capitola nights the sea whispers low
Steel horses rest in the evening's glow
Red wine pours like blood on the leaves
On the edge of a cliff Marcus weaves his dreams
Through the circuits and the soil he roams
Building empires a king in his home
With a heart that beats in binary codes
In the stillness his story unfolds
Here's to Marcus with a tech-touched soul
Living each day in a different life role
Between the bytes and the breeze he goes